Blue is the Colour?
Jon Grant |
So the bank holiday is upon us and for fans of Chelsea (such as myself) it means an FA Cup final. Always an exciting time, even if you are lucky enough to support a team who have been in a few of late – thank you the fall of the Soviet Union and the rampart spread of criminal capitalism which let dear Uncle Roman make his billions, truely Communism loss is west London footballs gain.
It was not alway thus however. When I was at school in the early – mid nineties (cue montage of lads ‘having it’, Tony Blair waving and Liam Gallagher swearing) I was frequently derided for supporting a team as useless as Chelsea. An average mid-table team if ever there was one we reached the FA Cup final in 1994 for the 1st time in 24 years and were hammered 4-0 by Man United. Not a good day. But we were back there in 1997 and beat Middlesborough 2 – 0. I wached it with my dad, himself a Chelsea fan since birth who had been taken to watch them as child by his dad. On an emotional day he was especially so and when I asked him why he said because watching it with me made him think of watching it with his father years before and that has always stayed with me.
Football is often criticised by those who neither like nor understand it and it has to be said the sport makes it easy to do this. But just sometimes we can forget the exorbitant fees, accusations of racism, corruption and assault, the megalomaniac chairmen and odious managers and be overtaken by the excitement, nerves and passion that we as fans feel. Few things have the power to unite (or divide) like football and it has given some incredible memories to millions across the globe. Now that has to be worth cheering about.
Come on Chelsea!!!


