Source: TheGuardian
I saw Chelsea in 1960 and was struck by a thunderbolt of instant adoration
In an extract from a new book, the comedian Andy Hamilton recalls going to his first game aged six – with scant supervisionAre you the romantic type? Do you believe in love at first sight? A lot of people do, don’t they? From time to time, you meet someone who says something like, “The first moment I saw her I knew I was going to marry her,” and you try not to be disturbed by how much they sound like a stalker. It is possible, I suppose, that your future could appear before you in a split second of revelation, but, in my experience, love is more subtle than that. I have never been struck by that thunderbolt of instant adoration. Well, apart from once.The date was 5 November 1960. It was a Saturday. Saturday was the best day of any week because it was the holy day of football. No professional football was allowed to take place on Sundays because, according to the Bible, our supreme, eternal, all-powerful God got too tired if he worked a seven-day week. Consequently, the Church had decreed that, out of respect, the Sabbath should be a day of soul-draining boredom. Continue reading......read full article
