I've probably mentioned this before, but I was at this match. If any of my mates didn't fancy it, I'd just take myself off anyway. So there I was outside Stamford Bridge with a red & white scarf on (didn't tend to get bothered if you were on your own) and this huge Chelsea skinhead came up to me - bleached denims, dockers and sheepskin coat. 'Going to the match?' this obviously clued-up guy asked me. It was a choice between chinning him or saying 'Y-y-yes!' (The latter won out). He reached inside his coat and gave me a ticket!
Winning a game like Chelsea away was no big deal back then. We had a great team and expected to win most games.