One of Rob's classmates managed to get tickets to a Premier League game, Chelsea vs. Wolverhampton. So on Saturday afternoon we rented a car and drove 2 hours to Wolverhampton, parked, and followed the yellow and black masses to the stadium.
Our seats were surrounded by die-hard fans cheering the Wolves, and heckling Chelsea at every opportunity. And this was the most elaborate heckling I've ever witnessed. Whenever certain Chelsea players touched the ball, entire sections of the stadium started singing songs specifically designed to mock that player.
And, of course, we had no idea who anyone was or why they were being made fun of, but our neighbors were more than happy to fill us in on their reasons for hating Chelsea.
In true football form, the action was intense...
The players fought hard...
...and did their best to influence the Ref by flopping on the ground at every opportunity.
At the end of the day the score was Chelsea: 2, Wolverhampton: 0. As we headed home, we saw many of the poor Wolves fans headed to the pubs to commiserate with each other and plan the cheering strategy for next match.
2 comments:
This looks like so much fun! European football is supposed to be crazy.....and awesome. I'm impressed you drove too. I'd be white knuckled for the whole 2 hour drive.
Did you secretly cheer for Chelsea?
I like the name Chelsea...
We miss you guys, come back over to this side of the pond. :)
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