The 1972 League Cup final between Chelsea and Stoke. I wasn't born in Sussex, and when I moved here in 1966 I was already a Chelsea fan. I went to Brighton games with my new friends, but if anybody asked me who I supported I'd answer "Chelsea". Gradually the Albion began to take the place of Chelsea in my affections (especially during the 71/72 season), and the final moment I 'tipped' was at that 1972 final. I looked round at the sea of blue and white and thought "I wish this was Brighton at Wembley". Chelsea lost and I didn't give a shit.
Never went to a game as a Chelsea fan again. And now of course like all right-thinking, decent folk everywhere I hate Chelsea with a passion.
Never went to a game as a Chelsea fan again. And now of course like all right-thinking, decent folk everywhere I hate Chelsea with a passion.