If your reading this you probably understand that I'm talking about football and for US Chelsea Football Club - it's OUR club. We made the choice to live and die each Saturday with the fortunes of eleven men. It's ours they belong to us not the sponsors and not to the board (none of whom ever froze in the Shed End or vomited during cup finals).....guilty aged 6, behind the sofa, with a blanket over my head - Cup Winners Cup 1971.
This club, our ground is ours!!
Do we really want to share? I have nothing against Fulham or Mr Fayed. It maybe be juvenile but I want the bridge for me. I want it to be special, undiluted and not tainted.
Ok it's an emotional response. But it’s life, it's feelings, it's football. I'm not being analytical, objective, or value free. It's pain, pride, tears and hurt.
As the "Fever Pitch" says so well - "we as adults are supposed to grow out of such things. That football does not matter".
B*ll*cks - it's custard and chips my friends!
Give custard and chips to anyone and it's an emotional response. It just doesn't work. No-one will eat it, because they just know. The reason we have feelings is to protect us, so I'm trusting my feelings and saying B*ll*cks to a ground share with Fulham.
YOUR MATE STAN!!