Chelsea Away 24 Jan 2015

A few things stick in my mind. Complete strangers at Kings Cross station recognising the Claret & Amber, and saying well done. An interview on Chelsea TV by a rather loud woman complaining they had been beaten by a team from Hogwarts. The expression of disbelief on the face of Phil Parkinson. The quality of our goals. Etc Etc. .....

 

Brilliant day will never forget it .

After the game I sat at a bus stop waiting for some friends when the poshest Chelsea fan sat next to me congratulated our achievement then said " I have to comment I was a little upset by your chaaaaanting , mourinho was right your fans are ( he spelt it out) S H I T E " made me chuckle

Great day all round had a few to many beers though.

 

Everything about that day was magical. I doubt there will be another to beat It, although I live in hope. I occasionally watch it back again. For about three weeks afterwards I watched it every day!

 

Derby on the mini bus


What a legend

 

stop living in the past.

 

Great song, Jethro Tull .

 

I wish I'd had your confidence. At 2-0 down I thought we were going to get a pasting!

 

Don't be a boring get.
Storing up wonderful memories is an essential part of life, and this was right up there with the best.

 

As you say, all of the goals were terrific. But for me it's the last one. So many good aspects. The way Yeates' plays it in to Stead's feet and just keeps on running in, knowing that Stead will get it back to him. The way Stead holds it for just long enough to get Yeates in position and then squirts out a sublime pass with backspin on, which Yeates' then dinks over the keeper. It's poetry in motion!

 

It tops Villa away for me. Probably because Villa were on a poor run of form and so I quietly believed, from the evidence of the home leg, that we'd finish on top.
But there was no single molecule of me that thought we'd get anything other than a severe thrashing at Chelsea, let alone score four and beat them by two goals. To be the only team to win at Stamford Bridge all season; to do what teams in the Champions League couldn't do, still astonishes me just thinking about it.
That second half is by a country mile the best and most unlikely half of football I've ever been at, and I can't really imagine what would top it.

 

Nothing.

 

It was a thing of beauty indeed. All I hoped for was that we wouldn't get embarrassed and that we might score a goal. Chelsea were sweeping all before them at that point, in the premiership and Europe. It was the start of the end of Mourinho's tenure at Chelsea too.