Ah, the Stamford Bridge of old. Usually a bad result (or an unlucky one) save for that 3-0 on year. Mickey F'in Thomas. Nowhere to pee other on the terraces. Nutters on your left, nutters on your right and usually a few in with you for the first 10 minutes. Never much fun.
And the worse thing was trying to get back to the tube. You either didn't risk it, or they wouldn't let you. After one game, may have been the protest game, not sure, we ended up being marched down to the Wednesday coaches after the game. No way to turn round and all the sides streets full of their boys. Fortunately a guy I was with new some people on one of the coaches and we got given a lift and dropped off near Victoria Station.
The good old days eh ?