I myself have wandered why I as US Latin [Cuba and Spain] living in Miami Florida ended up supporting Chelsea. In fact, many in the USA have said that I was “demented” “in need of a psychiatrist”, and “possessed by a demon”. There have been many in Europe and in the UK who I know and have asked the same question. Even family members in Cuba wander what happened since this defies history.

For Cuba, I have only one answer. The events that happened in Cuba which lead me to be separated from my family pushed me in the direction of this new fund family called Chelsea. Since my family in Cuba were busy either surviving or constructing their revolution and my family in America were busy making ends meet, the first football games I managed to hear on a Shortwave Radio I received as a Christmas Present.

My long and winding road towards Chelsea started with my first trip to Europe in 1973 [Germany, Spain, France, Italy, and Switzerland].

It was in Europe that I started to learn the basics and started supporting Germany [especially Bayern Leverkussen] and Spain [La Coru~na]. It was a support that went with me in the USA, Venezuela, and the Dominican Republic, and into the USA again [in the peninsula called Florida].

Through the years, I was ignorant of English Football until October 2002. On October 2002, I ended up in an intensive care unit secondary to food poisoning and almost died in the process. The Nurses were not nice and told me to go to sleep. It was then that I turned on the TV Set and saw the BBC. The BBC had pre recorded football games and seeing teams like Chelsea turned me on to English Football. After all, I owe my life to God, Family, and English Football.

After being saved by English Football, there was the need for a team. While supporting various teams, and writing about them in my blog, I looked at Chelsea and the great one Mourinho and I started supporting Chelsea.

Even though players and managers change, I find my love for Chelsea growing. I only regret that I did not convert at an earlier age but again it is better late than never. While I am 45 years old and in good health, [thanks to Chelsea] I hope one day to return to London [I visited in 1987] but this time to Stamford Bridge and enjoy a game from Chelsea.

Thank You Chelsea for assisting in my recovery and for being my family in Stamford Bridge.