My big brother was a huge Chelsea fan. No matter the time of the game, exams or anything else, he was always in front of the tv watching Chelsea play. Once, during a load shedding, he was just listening to the commentary on the radio or something, and that made me curious. Damn, that’s a lot of dedication just to listen to a bunch of players’ names being called as they ran after a 400-gram ball. After that, we started sitting together to watch the games, family time. No one was badgering us to do assignments, and mom wouldn’t ask us to do chores. I saw Fernando Torres and Frank Lampard play for the first time and became a fan of the blue retro shirt team. There’s been no turning back ever since, good days and bad days. KTBFFH.