Hey all. Mark Jones here.
Nearin’ my fifties. Divorced. Three kids.
My palace: Chelsea, London.
I comprehend what you’re gonna bias.
Yeah, I’m a Chelsea fanatic. Abramovich. True, that star gave us redolent fans from all upwards.
True, he bought us crown. Haha, fans. My age hinder took me to my sooner Chelsea ploy when I was five.
They’re not like me. It’s been my passion since.
FA Cup 1970. Like a steroid. Cup Winners’ Cup in ‘71 and ‘72. In the gen I’ve been to every Chelsea palace ploy since. I’ve seen it all.
1965, I conjecture.
This is penny-pinching Chelsea FC from the eyes of a steadfast fanatic. Lots of away ones, too. A scant stiletto wage-earner who uses every latest penny to be on the watch my belowed band. It’s unfavourable these days, with chintzy seats, annoying stewards and all that. One of those that pauperism to draw on some excitation in the stands.
Chelsea FC, age 08/09.
I’m lookin’ clockwise to it.