I've always liked Chelsea. First match I ever saw was at the Bridge. 2-3 Rags on Boxing Day, Cantona with a late winner for the visitors. At that point, the ground was sill mostly, but not entirely, a crumbling ruin. There's actually a picture of me standing on the old Shed prior to the match. Some ancient Chelsea steward got a kick out of my story and let me into what was, in essence, a building site. I'm sure a certain segment of their fans (ok, all of them) would have loved to have gotten their hands on my fat, American, Catholic, rear-end, but nobody attempted to assault me that day. I had tickets to a match a Maine Road that night. I still have the letter I received from Mr. Bernard Halford, enclosing my ticket. It would up 1-3 to Blackburn; I think Chris Sutton actually scored several minutes prior to kickoff, but was unaware that trains did not run on Boxing Day. A couple of nice, young gentlemen on the Rag persuasion offered to drive me up and drop me in Moss Side. Whether I would have been left to die in a ditch in Knutsford or simply cut down upon arrival in M14 remains unclear, as I politely declined their offer, went back to some Paki-run boozer (you learn to love your Pakistani's over Christmas in London, as they own everything that's open) to drink my way through the afternoon before heading home to listen to Mr. Sutton score several times. I thought Chelsea looked good yesterday, though MKD's "defending" would have made a lot of teams look good. Still, it could literally have been 0-10. I doubt we'll give up 10, though.