Tales From The Away End

Wigan Athletic vs. Chelsea : 24 August 2008.

I was up at 5.30am and I set off at 6.15am…an early start for me as I had a bonus detour into Merseyside for the Klimt exhibition at Tate Liverpool to squeeze in before Wigan.

It was a dreary, rainy start to the trip north, but as I steered my way through the old North Somerset coalfield towns of Radstock and Midsomer Norton, I saw something which cheered me and put a smile on my face…I spotted a poster for an evening concert starring “Suzi Quatro and The Wurzels” ( all of the expats will know how much that made me laugh! )

I know the route up to those NW towns for football like the back of my hand. Was it really 16 weeks ago I was headed for Anfield and the “Riise” game?

I thought about previous trips to Wigan…I saw a dear friend Rod Hockley attend his last ever Chelsea away match at the “Crespo” opening game in 2005 ( he eventually succumbed to cancer the next February )…I attended the December 2006 game with Jenni ( BlueBelle ) and this was her first-ever CFC game…then the two games last season, cheap tickets and vocal support. I have to say, despite the four wins, Wigan have given us a rough ride in these games, no doubts. They must hate the sight of us.

I mused on the geographical spread of teams in the Premiership this season…including Stoke, the north west provides eight of the twenty teams, a pretty high figure, but one which mirrors the original centre of professional football in England.

What is there to say about Wigan? I have only ever visited the town because of the above four games…with the JJB positioned towards the west of the town centre, I have only ever seen the approach into the town, the Queens Arms and the ground itself. There will be no town history from me this time either! However, Wigan has always been a strong rugby league town ( as opposed to rugby union, a slightly different game ) and I think the town has done well to support two big league teams. The population of Wigan isn’t great. Rugby Union is predominantly a middle-class game in the UK, though it has a working class base in Cornwall, the Welsh valleys and the Scottish borders. Rugby League however ( always a professional game ) has its geographical base in Lancashire, West Yorkshire and Hull. I wondered exactly how and why towns like Widnes, Warrington, St. Helens and Wigan are mainly RL towns, sandwiched between the footballing giants of Liverpool and Manchester. Yep, I had lots to ponder on the 200 mile drive north.

I stopped for a coffee on the M6 and then veered off along the M62, headed for the Albert Dock area of Liverpool. I reached Liverpool at 10am. I have often thought that I really ought to do more “touristy sight-seeing” on my travels around the UK following Chelsea. I go to London every two weeks and the routine is simple – “breakfast, pub, football, home.” A bit of a shame really. So, I have made a bit of a promise to expand my horizons a bit this season. I visited The Lowry art gallery on Salford Quays ahead of last year’s grim game at Old Trafford and it enriched my day.

The weather had improved as I drove into the city. The very mention of the name Liverpool seems to stir the very basest of emotions amongst the Chelsea support these days. I have to be honest, I like cities with a definite “sense of place” and Liverpool certainly has that. It has a rich ( and poor ) social history, a tough reputation and I think that at least separates it from blander cities such as Birmingham and Coventry. The demise of this once massive port is well known, but at long last the city seems to be getting back on its feet, with large-scale rejuvenation of the riverside. However, change has been slow…on the main road in to the city ( which seems to be revelling in its “City Of Culture” status in 2008 ), hundreds of barricaded house fronts welcome the visitor…however, these have been brightly decorated by urban artist Banksy to camouflage the grim scene. Bit of a metaphor for the city perhaps – making the best of an ugly townscape, however superficial.

So, I spent an enjoyable hour or so on the banks of The Mersey at The Tate. The Gustav Klimt exhibition was only £8 and I loved it. It did make me laugh that I would soon be away from the hushed surroundings of the gallery and be shouting abuse at a football stadium later that day…a day of contrasts!

I noted the symbol of “Liverpool 08” around the city – repeated pieces of public art, little statues of what I can only describe as “banana sheep,” decorated in various styles. I like public art, especially those with a sense of humour.

I left Liverpool at 11.45am and wended my way out of the centre via the famous Scotland Road ( or Scottie Road as it is known by the Scousers ). I have read that the housing estates of this main road were the initial starting point of the scally / casual revolution in 1977…limited to the Scousers, then the Mancs, it would eventually sweep through the terraces of Britain and beyond by 1982. So, a bit of social history for you all there.

I drove past towering main stand of Goodison Park and then Aintree ( site of the Grand National horse race ), then out past the new town of Skelmersdale and out onto the M58.

I was caught in traffic on the approach to the JJB, but parked-up at about 12.45pm. I popped into the Queens Arms to say hi to the Nuneaton lot – Andy, the two Neils, their kids, Woody and Chelsea legend Lovejoy…a brisk ten minute walk to the JJB ensued.

Another 18,000 crowd up there…the away end holds 5,000 and – judging by the empty seats I later saw on TV – I reckon we had around 3,000 up there…probably our worst support of the five games, but not by much. I thought our noise levels weren’t bad.

I was sat next to my two “away buddies” Alan and Gary high up in the middle. It was a pretty hot day and I made the point that it always surprises me that we wear all black on such occasions. Now, I know the all yellow kit isn’t officially launched until Thursday, but surely Chelsea could have used that one…what does anyone else think? If it helps the players keep 5% cooler, surely that is worth it. Or are we more concerned about selling the more “sexy” black shirts to the fans? What should our priorities be?

A dream start for us. Alan called it – the Deco strike – and I photographed it. Bingo.

Then we went to pieces and I have to say, apart from two long range efforts in the second-half, we hardly threatened.

Wigan were busy and I think very unlucky not to draw. I couldn’t help but think back to last Sunday…”maybe Portsmouth really were that bad!” Thought the midfield were poor…Joe was as ineffectual as I can remember…Ballack and Frank looked tired. The two plusses for me were the two full backs. Lovely saves from Cech too.

How come Heskey always looks a World beater against us? Pleased to see Wigan captain Mario Melchiot, ex-Chelsea, given a good round of applause as he was substituted.

I bought a copy of CFCUK from Dave Johnstone as I walked back to the car…it’s always a good read. Highlights in the current edition include Cathy’s tales from the Far East, a chap’s account of his trip to Moscow in a van and updates on various initiatives that several fan groups are involved in to improve the atmosphere at games. Good signs.

I was intrigued to read that Avram Grant met four Chelsea fans, including Mark Worral, at The Blues Bar in the summer and he came across as a really nice, decent guy.

Let’s wish him well.

I reached home at 8pm, 420 miles in the saddle, my car a complete tip, but three points in the bag.

Job done.

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Tales From The Frontline

Chelsea vs. Portsmouth : 17 August 2008.

So, here we go then, let’s get this baby started.

I drove up to London on Saturday afternoon so I could attend Beth’s Birthday Party in the evening. My girlfriend Judy was with me for the weekend and we were staying at a nice hotel on The Strand…the one, in fact, where my parents honeymooned in 1957.

Not sure if we will have a full report elsewhere on Beth’s Party, but it was a great time, a perfect start to the new season. The restaurant was good fun…words can’t describe it…lots of gold, lots of mirrors, like a Turkish bordello…ahem, apparently. The etchings in the toilets were rather rude! Judy and myself were sat up in a raised platform with Andy Wray and Mick ( who posts on this site ) and his wife. The food was excellent. We left there at about 11.30pm and popped into a club for a couple more beers. A fine time. I’m sure Beth will update you all in more detail.

While staying in the hotel over the weekend, it dawned on me how it’s possible to tell if you are a real, bona fide Chelsea fan. This is the test, this is what matters…when I go away with Chelsea, especially, or stay at a hotel, once I have had a shower, the bathroom tends to get all steamed-up, especially the large mirrors. A true Chelsea fan will look at the mirror and see a blank canvas…I always write “CFC” on the mirror…always, without fail, like I’m marking my territory.

This is the test. Who else does this?

When I explained this to Judy, she said she had seen me do this before!

We had a great breakfast and left the hotel at about 10.30am…a beautiful sunny day, but with a cooling breeze. I looked straight ahead, along The Strand, Nelson’s Column in Trafalgar Square just peeking over the buildings,, a red Routemaster bus was approaching…a classic London scene, maybe one which my parents would have seen in 1957. There was a bounce in my step – I just had a lovely feeling of being in a beautiful city on my way to see Chelsea, just three miles down the road. Just wonderful.

We strolled into The Goose at 11.30am. Reg had opened it up early at 10am and would do so again for the Spurs game. Music to our ears.

The boys were in the beer garden…Judy and me sat down and we were entertained by my two mates Brian and Paul from Frome, full of cheeky innuendo! The beer garden soon got packed – it was a typical Chelsea scene, dominated by blokes in our forties, receding hairlines, Lacoste polo shirts and lots of jokes and laughter. Had a quick word with Dutch Mick ( Chicago 2006 ) who I last saw in Moscow. I said to the boys that Judy was my good luck charm…she had previously been to six other CFC games with me and had seen six wins. Also of huge importance to our story is that the day after we both met, Chelsea won 6-1 at Tottenham.

These things count!

As a lot of you know, I’m into Chelsea history and often think back on previous years, contrasting and comparing a few things. For chaps of my age, season 1983-1984 was a monumental season for Chelsea. After five years in the wilderness, we gained promotion under John Neal…our play was awesome, the players are loved to this day, we took over grounds wherever we went, I met a lot of my Chelsea mates that season, I went to more games, the casual thing kicked-off for me…it was a real rights of passage season. Of course, this season marks the Silver Jubilee of that amazing season. Our first game that season was a 5-0 drubbing of Derby County ( the pre-season favourites, they were a good team ) and The Bridge was absolutely buzzing. I bumped into my good mate Glenn ( also from Frome, I knew him from school ) in The Shed that day and we have been the best of mates ever since. Anyway, in light of the twenty-fifth anniversary of that game, I dropped into Ladbrokes and put a fiver on us to beat Portsmouth by the same score of 5-0 ( it also mirrored Beth’s new age, quite conveniently! )

Bumped into Cathy and Dog outside one of the souvenir stalls along the Fulham Road. A lovely pre-match buzz as we sauntered past The So-Bar. Saw a few people being interviewed by some TV cameras.

However, we got to The Shed entrance at 1.15pm and due to teething problems with the new swiping system, we didn’t get in until 1.40pm. There were a few irate fans. For once, I prayed we that we didn’t score! Apparently, Beth got in a bit late, too. Judy and myself were at in The Shed Upper for a change ( Gate 7, SW corner…mmm, just like against Derby in 1983 ) while Beth’s party were right next to the Pompey in Gate 3.

OK – you all saw the game. Great, wasn’t it? How nice of Chelsea to wait until we were in the stadium to score the first goal. Just a few comments…I was impressed, firstly by Jose Bosingwa, the new Jose of SW6…athletic and fast, not unlike Ashley Cole to be honest. Top marks. Loved Deco – not just his ball skills and vision, but the fact that he would often put his foot in and wasn’t afraid of the physical side. Our midfield just purred – great ball retention, lovely movement…superb. Yes, Pompey were dire, but we were good you know. In the second-half, I am sure I saw Florent Malouda go on a run and beat a few players, but this just might have been an optical illusion.

So, three-up at half-time and I’m dreaming of picking up £125 at Ladbrokes.

In the end, Deco’s wonderful strike ( I loved the fact he hardly had any back-lift ) gave us a deserved 4-0 win, but did the players not read my script!

Portsmouth – the reigning FA Cup holders, remember – only brought 1,500…poor, I thought…they didn’t sing too much.

What else? Thought the stadium looked fantastic…I definitely approve of the new look, the rather “darker-than-normal blue”, colour of the balconies, which have always been festooned with advertising hoardings. It really makes the place look sleeker, cleaner…liked the ultra modern pitch-side adverts too…very high-tech. Did everyone spot the lovely banner on the MHU balcony wall? “JT LEADER,CAPTAIN, LEGEND.” A nice touch…we’re getting a bit like Manchester United now, with their permanent banners at the Stretford End. I approve. Might have to do one myself…sign some Italians and I’ll hoist “VINCI PER NOI” once more!

Our support was mixed…some nice singing at times, our section did a few nice “Meadows”…definitely a game of two halves…The Shed won the first, The Matthew Harding the second. There were, though, many periods of complete silence. I know I don’t want to hark on about this, but the 17,000 against Derby in 1983 made more noise! A bloke who was sat next to me, didn’t sing or offer any encouragement the entire. This blog is not dedicated to him.

Met up with Beth and her brother Robert outside the Megastore…Clive Walker walked past ( he played against Derby in that game in 1983 ) and I realised how lovely it was for our former players to be involved still. I also spotted Peter Bonetti at the game ( our goalkeeping coach in 1983 ) too.

A new thing for this season is a montage on the long wall opposite the West Stand – a succession of images of new and old players has been super-imposed on the wall and fans can have their photos taken by them. Beth posed next to JT ( go figure ) and Judy posed next to Vialli ( who she adored! ). Oh – one thing made me laugh…in the programme ( much the same format to last year ), I saw an advert for a Chelsea toaster…but it spells out “CFC” once the bread has been toasted…mmm, a bit similar to my hotel bathroom antics!

We strolled back to The Morrison on the Kings Road, where we met up again with Jenni, Andy, Wobbly and all. Beth and Wobbly spoke to Judy on a few occasions over the weekend about joining me in NYC next summer…watch this space…she is my lucky charm after all!

A great start, top of the league – Wigan, you are next.

More match reports – from 1983 and 2008 – as the season progresses.

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