Before I could even walk, my father taught me how to use my weak foot. Okay, maybe it wasn’t quite that early in my life, but I was very young. Some of my fondest memories with the beautiful game are from kicking around a soccer ball with my pops in our front yard. Ever since I could remember, soccer has been the love of my life. Regardless of all of life’s “problems,” soccer has always been there for me. Whether it was that time, which happened to be the only time, that I got after-school detention, or was just having a bad day (is it really possible to have a “bad day” when you’re a kid?). Something else I’ve enjoyed doing all of my life is playing video games. As expected, I’ve been a fan of the ever popular FIFA series ever since Bebeto donned the cover of FIFA 97 back on the Playstation. Ahh how I miss playing six-a-side indoor soccer in the FIFA series. Nonetheless, eventually I got to the point where something just began to change.
It all began sometime in the Fall of 1999. I guess my knowledge of the game felt the need to expand, so I started experimenting with different teams on FIFA 2000. Eventually, I found this team from England that wore blue kits. They had a striker – Chris Sutton – that was an absolute beast on that game. I have no idea what his overall was, or if in fact it had something to do with the fact that I was probably playing on beginner, but I scored something like 83 goals in a season with him. From that point on, I knew who my favorite team was – Chelsea FC, the Blues. Eight year old Kyle thought “Chelsea? That’s a girl’s name!” Girl’s name or not, boy am I glad that I never looked back.
This team has given me so many great memories in my 15th year of being a fan. Four magical years of Zola. Jesper Gronkjaer’s goal in the “£20m match” against Liverpool on the final day of the 2003-04 season to decide the final spot in the following season’s Champions League. Frank Lampard’s penalty kick against Liverpool in 2008 – just six days after the death of his beloved mother, Pat – that sent Chelsea through to the Champions League finals. John Terry hitting the post during penalty kicks in the 2008 Champions League finals, then Manchester United going on to win – I remember laying on the floor of my grandmother’s living room on the verge of tears that day. Chelsea-Barcelona in 2009 – ugh. Fernando Torres’ game-winner against Barcelona in 2012, and Gary Neville’s ensuing orgasm that he had on-air. DROG-BAAAA!! 2012 Champions League winners. The memories are endless, and some of the most fun moments of my life.
Back in February of this year, I was given the opportunity to share my thoughts about the beautiful game from an (hopefully) unbiased perspective. While the ride has been memorable, and I’m looking forward to the future, Dan is now giving me the opportunity to be biased, to share my real thoughts, and to put you in the mind frame of what it’s like to support the Blues on a weekly basis. Do the Crystal Palace’s, the QPR’s, and the Tottenham Spuds’ of the world have it worse off than Chelsea? Sure. But with high spending comes high expectations, and not fulfilling those expectations can be heart-breaking as a fan.
So perhaps you’re wondering: why Carefree Blues? It all stems from the popular chant sung by the away supporters whenever Chelsea goes on the road.
Carefree, wherever we may be,
We are the famous CFC,
And we don’t care,
Whoever you may be,
‘Cause we are the famous CFC.
(Note: There are a few, uhhh, choice words that I decided to replace – specifically the third line. I’ll let your imagination do the work.)
Being carefree is what being a Chelsea fan is all about. People are going to complain about the way the club goes about our business, or make fun of our ability to “ruin” strikers, or try to make a mockery out of the club because cycling through managers has become as much of a habit as Arsenal finishing 4th has become. But you know what? I don’t care, ‘cause we are the famous CFC. People view Roman Abramovich as a sugar daddy. They’ll view our fans as scumbags because we openly support John Terry. Other fans will complain about our counter-attacking style, or “parking the bus” tactics as they like to call it. They’ll say we’re having success the quick way, and not going through the grind of developing our own players. Welcome to modern football, folks.
Honestly, I cannot tell you everything that you can expect from this weekly series, but I can name a few. Expect stories – like the one I shared about how my Chelsea fandom began. Expect JoseMourinhoGIFs and quotes. Expect pop culture references every now and then. Expect feelings – anyone that knows me personally knows that I wear my heart on my sleeve. Expect thoughts, ponderings, and, most importantly, praise – because we all know Chelsea are going to win the league this season. Other than that, have an open mind, and I hope you have as much fun with it as I know I will.