I went to Stamford Bridge with a Chelsea supporting mate of mine to watch Chelsea beat Coventry in the late 90's. I celebrated both Chelsea goals.
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Absolute state of youI went to Stamford Bridge with a Chelsea supporting mate of mine to watch Chelsea beat Coventry in the late 90's. I celebrated both Chelsea goals.
Bet that's not in the least bit INFURIATING!?!That's quite some admission! My wife says that to me whenever we're on the end of a good tonking - "Why don't just support a better team?" etc.
The thing is, if I had to categorise my feelings for the club it is not really related to winning, or being entertained. The closest analogy I could make would be that of a son or daughter. I want them to do well, sometimes I get a bit cross with them, but at the end of the day we win and lose together. I just want to be proud of them.
It is different, because a football club is a lot of different and changing people, so I'm free to hate Allardyce with every fibre of my being.
I did once, in school, pretend to be a Man Utd fan as they owned the only part of the playground that was covered and it was raining.
Welcome, Alisher!Bored in work so...
Here is the place to lay bare your sins regarding our beloved Everton in hope of some kind of resolution, but most likely ridicule. Seeing as I have created this thread I will go first.
The first football game my dad took me to was the Everton vs Arsenal game at the beginning of the 04/05 season. I sat in the main stand surrounded by Blues as Arsenal smoked us 4-1 with Reyes, Bergkamp, Ljungberg and Pires scoring for them and Lee Carsley getting our solitary goal. However I wasn't really allowed to celebrate any of the goals as I was an Arsenal fan at the time. I was young, naive and my dad clearly wanted me to escape the life of suffering I would inevitably have by supporting the blues so allowed this terrible behaviour.
I switched allegiances however and we now have season tickets.
I went to Stamford Bridge with a Chelsea supporting mate of mine to watch Chelsea beat Coventry in the late 90's. I celebrated both Chelsea goals.
This is unreal.
Maybe you should suggest to her that it would be easier to get a better new wife.That's quite some admission! My wife says that to me whenever we're on the end of a good tonking - "Why don't just support a better team?" etc.
The thing is, if I had to categorise my feelings for the club it is not really related to winning, or being entertained. The closest analogy I could make would be that of a son or daughter. I want them to do well, sometimes I get a bit cross with them, but at the end of the day we win and lose together. I just want to be proud of them.
It is different, because a football club is a lot of different and changing people, so I'm free to hate Allardyce with every fibre of my being.
I did once, in school, pretend to be a Man Utd fan as they owned the only part of the playground that was covered and it was raining.
You probably told him he was at Anfield and Liverpool play in blue... some of them are quite slow.I used to take my kopite brother whenever I had a spare ticket, he would always cheer the Everton goals.
You probably told him he was at Anfield and Liverpool play in blue... some of them are quite slow.
I went to Stamford Bridge with a Chelsea supporting mate of mine to watch Chelsea beat Coventry in the late 90's. I celebrated both Chelsea goals.
I sinned.
Sat in a pub some time in the early 2000s watching us get embarrassed 7-0 or something by the Arsenal after an already bad run of miserable awfulness.
The thought crossed my mind, only for the swiftest, slightest part of the tiniest femtosecond: "find another club"
I went hone and showered myself in scalding water for the thought, and still haven't felt properly clean since, but the thought, however transient, was there, I cannot deny it.
Forgive me.
Can't have been that one then. Maybe it was an earlier match. A one-off bad result would never have given me doubts.We lost 7-0 to Arsenal straight after qualifying for the Champions League. Slightly embarrassing but Moyes greatest season. Not a run of badness.
That week was the highlight of the last 2 decades! We finished 4th ahead of that lot and qualified for the champions league....qualifiersI sinned.
Sat in a pub some time in the early 2000s watching us get embarrassed 7-0 or something by the Arsenal after an already bad run of miserable awfulness.
The thought crossed my mind, only for the swiftest, slightest part of the tiniest femtosecond: "find another club"
I went hone and showered myself in scalding water for the thought, and still haven't felt properly clean since, but the thought, however transient, was there, I cannot deny it.
Forgive me.