I'm early 50s and Chelsea are a yo-yo club to me that had periods of moderate success: a sort of London Manchester City who liked to take the odd excursion to the second division.
The late 1990s was the first time in 25 years that Chelsea were...
Listening to my drunken son coming home from the pub and singing the full repertoire of Everton songs. The songs are a thing of beauty and bring a tear to my eye.
That’s all the fella wants, a decent through ball. He’s class when he’s running into a footy.
We don’t even try to play that way with him nearly enough!