Blues in my veins

No glorious past, no mesmerizing moments, no outstanding squad but I am not able to ascertain the reason why I started supporting a club, which was a normal club per se. Whether that was due to inflow of Rubles or due to the manoeuvre and brilliance of Jose that blue started flowing in my veins instead of red. Guys this is not due to lack of haemoglobin but it was a conglomeration of enthusiasm and love for the blues that I started loving a game which seemed mundane to others. I started liking Chelsea to such an extent that I sometimes in my day dreams started considering myself a part and parcel of this soccer varsity. This club carries the name of a famous district of London on the bank of Thames river and in literal sense means a ‘chalk landing place’. Many moons ago, in 1901 this club came into existence, since then a long journey of struggle finally crowned them the English champions in 2004-05 under Master Jose, this phase is considered to be the rejuvenation of the blues. Hitherto, they have coined their names on all big competitions in Europe including the most prestigious Champions Cup.

I, as a Layman loved the game of the Londoners to such an extent that I became besotted with its spirit. I started feeling the doppelganger of my country in this club. The love for India and Chelsea coalesced and made me sad with every disappointing moment, wetted my eyes with their every success and sometimes made me feel nostalgic about some of the past memorabilia as if it happened with me only. I have never ever experienced a feeling like that in my life for a name. A name, so mighty and audacious that the mightiest Blaugranas got haunted by their meager thought, a feeling, so exiting and delirious which can make you go places.

Ups and downs are a part of a game and so the blues had to face but battling all those circumstances and emerging out as favorites in Europe makes them invincible. This is the feeling only a true blue can understand, when your every beat strokes her name, when your every thought is clouded by her memories. The only varsity in Europe that faced a dearth of coaches, each alternate season witnessing a new boss and even then keeping them calm and composed, adapting the new and changed formats of the game to forbid all the mishaps and emerging as champions and meeting the mightiest of the opponents none the less in the battle field to achieve all the glories.

A heap of so many memories of the blues never shrouds a meager one. May you prosper and achieve roaring successes in the years to come and may the endearment of the fans never leave you for a short while. Love you Blues, now, today and forever.