Griffin Hatten | Contributing Writer

Ever since 2008 when I became a Chelsea Blues fan, I have dreamed about seeing the likes of Frank Lampard, John Terry, and Petr Cech compete on the home pitch of Stamford Bridge. The SW London team stole my heart in 2008 despite losing a controversial match in Moscow.

Once I realized I would be studying abroad in London for this fall semester, I realized I would certainly need to see Chelsea play at Stamford Bridge. After all, it was on my bucket list of things to do before I die. Last Tuesday night, I was able to cross this item off my bucket list by going to watch Chelsea take on Wolverhampton Wanderers in a clash at Stamford Bridge.

After agreeing to buy tickets from a stranger who I came across on Twitter, I realized that I would be off to a game of my beloved Stamford Bridge. Despite having my doubts about being able to get a ticket for about $20 US, I agreed to meet this stranger to buy the ticket. The exchange went flawlessly, and I meandered into the stands by myself. As I walked up the steps and got my first glimpse of the pitch, I was thrilled. Feeling like a kid in a candy store for his first time, a big smile couldn’t help but consume my face for the entire evening.

I sat five rows up from the pitch in the “Shed End” or home supporters’ end. The fans were crazy. The night was filled with the Chelsea fans chanting obscenities at opposing players and other fans while still managing to slip the occasional compliment in for their beloved Blues. Chelsea went on to win 6-0 in a rather unentertaining match, but my night was made. I was able to see Chelsea win on their home pitch. Despite the score being one sided, it beats waking up at 6:45 a.m. in the US on a Saturday morning to cheer them on to victory.

After every win, the Blues supporters sing their famous victory chant “Blue is the Colour.” Singing this chant while reluctantly leaving Stamford Bridge after the win is something I will never, ever forget.