Showing posts with label Chelsea FC. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Chelsea FC. Show all posts

Sunday, 16 May 2010

Chelsea v Portsmouth FA Cup Final Saturday 15th of May

With the FA Cup semi-final behind me, I had six weeks to seek out a ticket for the final and set out contacting the 51 regional FAs all of whom receive their own allocation. To my surprise all but one came back with the reply that their allocation was spoken for and the other said they would see what they could do but would have to prioritise their own members which was fair enough. In the meantime I also contacted ITV, eon & 5live but with no success and going into the bank holiday weekend I was still no closer to success. At this point my friends decided to come to the rescue, with Sally putting out a broadcast on facebook and very soon plenty of people took up the clarion call to try and find someone who could help find me a ticket. If any of you are reading this, you have my very grateful thanks. By Tuesday morning, Mike had put me in touch with his friend Matt who was a Pompey season ticket holder who confirmed he'd managed to book a ticket for me and would post it up to me and the day before the final I emerged feeling like a kid at Christmas with the treasured ticket in my hand. I was going to the very first FA Cup final in my life.

Amidst all the excitement, I needed to sort my transport out and managed to discover the Virgin One Day Travelcard deal thanks to the Rail UK Forums. You have to travel down to London on an advance ticket basis but can return back on any service you like and it also covers London Zones 1-6 all for £32.40. The only available ticket was departing Stockport at 7.23 so it meant getting myself out of bed at 5.30 but it meant I had the bulk of the morning to enjoy London and having it devoured Saturday's Independent, I arrived to a nice sunny morning at Euston.


I had not made any firm plans for the morning, but given recent events I fancied heading down to Westminster and then enjoyed a nice stroll in the sunshine down the river to Vauxhall, before getting the tube to Kensington to check out the V&A Museum. After the museum, I was feeling peckish and drink sounded tempting too and as I was enjoying the tree lined streets I decided to take a random wander until I found myself on Fulham Road where a decent boozer was located with Aspall on tap and excellent gourmet burger to follow.



Setting off suitably refreshed, it was getting on for one o'clock so it was time to head off towards the stadium. The nearest tube was Fulham Broadway so, ironically my route took me right past Stamford Bridge where I picked my programme whilst Chelsea fans were also starting to make their way there including this nostalgic effort.



A few tubes changes later and boarding the fast train from Marylebone, I was back at Wembley for 2pm. There was time enough for a quick pint before taking my seat, pre-match entertainment was under way in the form of both clubs cup goals being broadcast on the big screen and a cameo appearance from Stomp. Once more the armed forces brought out the clubs' banners, a nice touch was to have Portsmouth being represented by the Royal Navy.

The Pompey fans were in good voice as the stadium filled, Chelsea had brought their flag with them but seemed strangely quiet. Perhaps after their Championship-clinching 8-0 win six days ago, they felt the second leg of their double bid may be a stroll on the Wembley park. After what was, for me, an emotional singing of Abide with me the teams took to the pitch and we were ready for kick-off. If Portsmouth could draw on the inspiration of their win over Tottenham, I would be witnessing an upset on a par with Wimbledon's victory over Liverpool in 1988.




The game got under way and Chelsea were first out of the blocks. Frank Lampard fired narrowly wide and then clipped the wood work with a couple of efforts and David James had to react well to a close range effort from Drogba that he turned behind for a corner. Portsmouth then showed themselves capable of threatening when a good cross was volleyed across goal by Prince-Boateng and Piqiuonne was unlucky that he could only deflect the ball towards the jumping reach of Cech.





After this scare, Chelsea really turned the screw and it seemed like a matter of time before they would score and managed to hit the woodwork repeatedly. Kalou managed to hit the bar from six yards with an open goal, John Terry headed a wide free-kick onto the bar with James stranded before he pulled off one of the best saves of my FA Cup tipping a Drogba free-kick onto the bar. From where I was sat there never seemed any question that it may have been a goal but it took a few replays for the TV commentators to make their minds up. Drogba hit the post again from a close effort before the half-time whistle brought reprieve for Pompey who were still very much in this final.




Avram Grant must have got the message through at halftime as Portsmouth came out looking a lot more positive and gave notice of their intentions when Prince-Boateng found himself on the end of a cross unmarked but blazed wide. Shortly afterwards he broke into the box after good work on the right flank and drew the foul from the vastly experienced Belletti and Portsmouth had themselves a penalty at Wembley once more. Sadly for Pompey, Boateng's spot-kick was a poor one and Petr Cech became only the third keeper to save a penalty in a Wembley FA Cup final. Curiously enough, the first man to do it, Dave Beasant had provided the half-time entertainment saving spot kicks in the very same goal.



As often happens in football, the failure to take such a gilt-edged chance is soon punished and within five minutes Didier Drogba won a free-kick before picking himself up and hitting the ball beyond the reach of David James off the inside of the post to give Chelsea the lead. Portsmouth to their credit did not capitulate, but the game looked to be over when Frank Lampard got the foul he was looking for to win Chelsea a penalty of their own. However, Lampard managed to put the ball just wide and became the first player in history to completely miss an FA Cup final penalty at Wembley.



Portsmouth had one last chance to take the game into extra time when a late cross was flashed across the goal but deflected beyond the reach of Kanu by John Terry. The final whistle blew and Chelsea had completed their first double. The Pompey fans kept up their loud support and the players came across to show their appreciation to the fans, for most of them for the very last time.

The final detail let was for the presentation of the cup, but not before the Portsmouth recieved their runners-up medals. The loudest cheer was reserved for Avram Grant who's inspirational management of the last few month's is hotly tipped to be rewarded with the vacant West Ham United job. Chelsea then followed and the much-maligned John Terry and Frank Lampard lifted the cup for Chelsea and marking the end of my journey after witnessing over 24.5 hours of FA Cup football that started back in Pontefract 9 months ago.


I hope everyone who has read this has enjoyed my season in football as much as I have enjoyed doing it. This years FA Cup has restored my love of going to the match and I will certainly be doing something next season with a new blog, so watch this space.

Monday, 25 January 2010

Preston North End v Chelsea, Fourth Round Saturday 23rd January 2010

For the fourth round I had a couple of options for my game, the main criteria being able to get myself up to Blackpool as quick as possible afterwards for a friend's birthday celebrations. Preston v Chelsea was ideal for both the location and also the fact it was a 12.45pm kick-off for TV coverage. I wasn't holding out a tremendous amount of hope in terms of getting a ticket when they went on open sale on Monday but after about 80 attempts I got through and my ticket was secured.

Disembarking the train at Preston, the local police were out in force for the Chelsea fans complete with a couple of buses waiting to take them to the ground, even though it was two hours before kick-off. In the meantime I headed off to check out the town-centre which was shrouded in mist. Having fed myself and secured a few bargain books from the Victorian outdoor market it was off to the concrete monster which is Preston bus station to get myself off to Deepdale.


Preston were founder members of the Football League in 1888 and in their first season, they managed to win the league without losing a game and win the FA Cup without conceding a goal, earning themselves the nickname The Invincibles. Like many Lancashire clubs, they suffered after the lifting of the maximum wage in English football and eventually sunk to the 4th division. Recent years have been kinder and the club have been in contention for the play-offs for promotion to the Premier League for the last few years. After a disappointing start to this season they parted company with their manager and Darren Ferguson, son of Alex, was taking charge of the team for the first time at home this afternoon. Approaching the ground, the mist and floodlights made the ground look very atmospheric. Preston had arrived at this stage having thrashed Colchester 7-0 in the last round in spite of being managerless at the time. Chelsea had progressed comfortably at the expense of Watford.

Having claimed my ticket and made my way inside, I got sight of the new completed Invincibles Stand on the opposite side of the pitch. The old guy next to me had a word of caution - "That seat might be dusty, it's been empty all season".




The ground filled quickly as kick-off approached with the Chelsea fans in good voice, the teams took to the field and we were underway at last.




From the off it was clear that both teams were going to look for a passing rather than a physical game. Chelsea, as expected dominated possession with Preston holding firm and looking dangerous on the occasional break, moving the ball rapidly from defence to attack.




Most of the early chances were limited to long range shots which both keepers handled comfortably and Preston must have been hopeful of getting to half time on level terms when Anelka was picked out in space and managed to nutmeg goalkeeper Lonergan to give Chelsea the lead.


Preston didn't let their heads drop and pressed for an equaliser and created a couple of good chances, the closet being a looping header from Chris Brown, well saved on the stretch by Hilario and the rebound being scooped over by Darren Carter when he looked certain to score.


Any hopes Preston had of getting back into the game were dashed straight away in the second half when Chelsea won a corner and John Terry managed to power a header in which was blocked on the line before Daniel Sturridge pounced in the six yard box.


Preston may have feared that the game could turn into a rout but to their credit they continued to keep their shape and Chelsea seemed happy to dominate possession without really stretching the hosts. At the end of ninety minutes it had been a good afternoon's football and a game in which both sides can take strength and credit from.







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