Fab history there. Still so sad about Peter Houseman. I was 4 when my 7-year old neighbour, who was my hero at the time, cried when Chelsea lost the Cup Final in 1967. I cried for him in empathy, but didn't understand why. But when we won it in 69/70 when you were collecting your tokens, footy suddenly made sense and I've been a big fan ever since. Used to bully my Brentford-supporting Dad into taking me to maybe 5 games per year after that, before I started going to the Shed with my schoolpals from 1978, my first unchaperoned match being a 4-3 win v Bolton having been 3-nil down with 15 mins to go, 'Big' Sam scoring the winner for us with an own goal. That cemented my love and I hardly missed a home game for the next 12 years, and from 82 til around 1990 went to pretty much every away game. Chelsea were dreadful then, and the hooliganism was horrible, but they were fab days (eg a last match 1-0 in pouring rain at Bolton (again) to stay up in the old 2nd division, cup wins v Liverpool, 4-4 at Sheff Weds and 5-3 Fill Members Cup win at Wembley - offset by 6-0 defeats at QPR and 0-4 v both West Ham and Wimbledon). I got out of the habit of going when my kids came along (as I did with fishing) but though I follow them all the time on various websites, I'm not sure I can be arsed to go watch a game anymore given the hassle and cost of getting tickets, the journey, and Neanderthal supporters I always seem to get sat near.
I went to a couple of Champs league games v Barca, I think Messi was quiet in both of those too- though Ronaldinho scored a ridiculously good toe punt in one, and E'to who ended up playing for us for a while scored their winner (I think) in the other. My school pals still have season tickets and have been to all 3 Champ League finals and Baku for the Europa. Me? I'd rather spend the money and time chasing roach.
Sorry to have hijacked your post, Chris.