WE BLEED BLUE

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        One's life is bounded by fate. And, it is that fate that binds one's destiny. Growing up in a  then so-called small village now turning into an urban area is not quite easy for the one who belongs from a mid-class family. Still, the endless memories collected from a beautiful partnership among the friends have let me begin my journey to bleed blue now and then.

                Foremost I owe a big "Thank You" who found out the purse while we were enjoying walking at the bank of Tamakoshi River. Jersey during those time was considered the most desired clothes everyone dreamt of wearing it. And, we got manage to buy 4 sets of Jersey with the money we got from the purse. All thanks to Abhinav for your contribution in making it happened.  Everyone who was out there got a reward of winning the game that day before we found the purse. But, it was me who got the greatest reward.  

As a kid, the only thing I knew was some countries compete in football. I never had an idea there could be clubs playing football. When I chose Chelsea out of the 4 pairs of Jersey, I was always wondering where it could be on the world map until Abhinav told me Chelsea is a club from the UK. Didier Drogba scored a hat trick and the score was 5-0 in the first game I ever watched Chelsea FC. And, I told myself this is why my eyes didn't get rid of that Yellow piece. This is fate. From that very moment, the journey kickoff. And, it's already been 10 years now.

Unfortunate to miss the glorious night of 2012. But not this time. The Glorious Night returns On 29th May. We are CHAMPIONS OF EUROPE.

WE BLEED BLUE FOREVER, 

DON'T STOP THE COUNT...

MANY TO COME FOR SURE.


#KTBFFH

#CHELSEA

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