I’m just going by what they told me, there were about five guys who came out with us, and they all said they were from London - they may have been questioned further about exactly where, but I wouldn’t have heard it. I’m from the Canadian Maritimes, where we get scores of people from Britain, however, I only understand Scouse, Souf, Essex, Wales, and London in the middle
(And I apologise if I managed to even screw that up!) There was about 14 of us who went out after the game together, give or take one.
We were seated with the Chelsea fans, on the end of the stadium… but what happened was there was about seven Celtic fans who either didn’t call ahead, or didn’t specify which side to be on. And so amid our sea of blue, sticking out like a sore thumb, were these Celtic fans in green, seated directly behind us. The fact that they were on the wrong side didn’t deter them (why would it?) and they cheered for all they were worth, and began picking on us Chelsea fans (naturally!) After a few more rounds of “COME ON, CELLY!” yelled directly in my ear from a rambunctious young lady, the fellow sitting next to my husband turned around and began heckling them for being stupid enough to not ensure they were even sitting on the right side of the stadium. He was laughing, and a couple of the Celtic fans started slapping him in the head, laughing. He took it, just shaking his head, and muttering about how stupid they were. So it went on like this for a while, and Chelsea fans would turn on them, throw things at them, etc. So during the break, we all went off to get drinks, of course, and brought them back to our seats. I got to chatting with the guy to my left, who was a Chelsea fan (who said he was from London), and we had a nice long talk about football. At one point, he mentioned Arsenal, and I expressed my scorn for them just as Miss Celly was sitting down. She stuck her head between us and asked us if we were talking about Arsenal, and then we all began making fun of them together.
To be honest, I’m not really sure how the camaraderie grew from that as well as it did, but by the end of the game, they were saying Chelsea fans weren’t all bad, and we pretended to feel sorry for them that Celtic lost (HA). We still heckled each other, but it somehow took on a lighter note. The guy they’d been smacking in the head was told he was alright and they’d buy him a pint. I think part of it might have had to do with the fact that all of them were far, far away from home, and my husband and I were invited because, well, we weren’t from there and we were football fans. I’m not really sure. But it went well, there were no fights between us all later, not after a few beer (stifles a giggle In America, they call water “Budweiser”…) and we ended the night off singing “Blue Is The Colour” - though of course, the Celtic fans had their own interesting version of it. The last thing I remember was Miss COME ON CELLY shouting after us on our way to get a cab (not singing): “OLE OLE OLE, CHELSEA!” and blew us a raspberry. Nice girl, really.
So, lots of snide, nasty remarks made, turned into playful jabs, and ended in getting soused. Great fun.