That was around the time time my Dad first started taking me and I too had previously been a Chelsea fan due in no small part because of one Peter Osgood who remains a hero of mine.
Ever since my Dad took me back in '72. My eyes had been turned by the dandies of Chelsea at school but as soon as the old man took me to a real game at the Goldstone, just around the corner from where I was born, I was hooked and have been ever since. To this day smelling pipe tobacco reminds me of those days in the West Stand seats.