Right. First off let me set the record straight here: I was not born in a shed.
I was born in a hospital like a normal person; however that is the opening line to a famous song once sung from the infamous Shed End at Stamford Bridge. And while we are at it when at some stage in the future I have a moment of passion and loyalty and tell you my blood is blue please don’t buy it. I tripped up the stairs a few days ago and it’s most definitely red. I’m not an alien. What I am though is a massive Chelsea fan and on that note…
Welcome to Under the Shed
A brand spanking new column written by someone not so important (I’m sure there’s a by-line somewhere) for people who are important: the fans. More specifically Chelsea fans. Now I’m talking everybody. I don’t care if you are a season ticket holder with a reserved seat next to Roman or you’ve just walked past a sporting goods store and seen a striking blue jersey emblazoned with a lion. The idea behind Under the Shed is to discuss the club. Upcoming games, previous performances, players, potential transfers, basically anything to do with Chelsea.
If you support the Blues this is the place for you.
A place for you to express opinions and thoughts on our great football club. I only have one rule for this column and those who might read it: Don’t flip flop. There is nothing worse than a disloyal fan, so if you suddenly decide Chelsea isn’t the club for you after a few bad results I’m sure there is a link to the City page somewhere… If you feel the need to have a moan about a bad performance go for it, but don’t bash the club. I’m hoping that this page is read by old and new fans alike and as such would love to get the thoughts from both sides of the same coin. I look forward to hearing from you all in the future.
So for my first piece I thought I’d tell you about how I found this wonderful game. It all started when I was fourteen and I was told that at my new school it was imperative I chose a club to support or risk becoming a social pariah. Not wanting to spend my free time with my head in a toilet I had a quick glance at a list of teams in the English top flight and a decision was made.
Why, you ask? No idea to be honest. I think I liked the name. It was simple. Elegant. And so I sat down by myself one Saturday and watched my first game. That was that. Within a few months I was completely indoctrinated into the football fraternity and I loved every God damn second of it. The athleticism, the skill and the talent were undoubted but what hooked me most was the theatre. The drama. The roar of the crowd, the managers jumping up and down, screaming at their players as if their lives depended on it.
I suddenly found myself playing FIFA into the early hours of the morning, begging my folks for a home jersey for my birthday and last but not least pissing off my dad because he wanted to watch rugby and I wasn’t having it cause my team was playing. And they became mine. I was a part of something. Something world-wide. Something I will love till my dying day. End of story. So if you’re like me and you bleed blue (that didn’t take long) or if you still can’t remember who plays in goal, so long as you support the