I moved down to London in 86 and missed regular Saturday afternoon mid day Pub sessions followed by real Fitba, then one of the lads at work was like get yerself down the Shed mate, so that was that, Black Bull, 4 Holsten, middle of the Shed, loved it, scared shitless most of the time, but still wouldn`t have been anywhere else, eventually the Football became more important than the Beachball and trying to lure the Old Bill into a melee, and I decided to pay the full Twenty Quid for a seat in the Stand, that didn`t last long So I have followed Chelsea from the lower division poverty through the better years up to the Billionaire benefactor days, but this Summer has seen me become an angry Bear, and one who will most certainly return to the fold.