We were already planning our train tickets to Paris.
Meeting mates with whom I'd been going to Chelsea games with since I was 16 years old, it did not take long for any cloud of doom or fear to grab hold of us. We were toasting to the potential end of Chelsea in a self-deprecating way while simultaneously plotting our path to France when Thomas Tuchel will win a second European Cup in a row.
Obviously, conversations were had about Roman Abramovich, the sanctions, potential future owners and how the afternoon would play out against Newcastle.
One of the strangest things when reflecting on my walk home was how normal a matchday it had felt.
Other than overhearing conversations about the seismic events that have shaken the club to its core, this still felt like any other game.
My walk up to the ground was met with the usual sights and sounds; the East Upper concourse still had fans packed like sardines with little room to move.
There were the pleasantries with those I sit around in my season-ticket spot and by the time the pre-match rendition of Blur's 'Parklife' was booming out the speakers, it felt like everyone was happy to watch some football.
Weirdly, Chelsea supporters' escape over the past two weeks has been watching our team play, even if that's their sole purpose. Events off it have threatened to overtake and nullify anything Thomas Tuchel and his players do.
A lot of the preamble to this game from various media focused on Chelsea supporters chanting for Roman Abramovich in the last three games, all away from home.
The conversations we had pre-game tried to theorise how loud they would be, would they take hold of the afternoon or would supporters instead aim their vocal support to the club, Tuchel and players.
It was categorically the latter.
Despite some claims that there was a strong show of support for Abramovich from the home crowd, from my experience it would be a stretch to suggest that this came from the majority of fans inside an emotional Stamford Bridge.
Around the 65-minute mark, a very small section from the Matthew Harding Lower briefly started to chant the Russian's name before being instantly drowned out.
What you could audibly hear was the love shown to Tuchel, a chant that spread throughout the ground. The classic rolled out with gusto from "Carefree" in defiance of "Chelsea, Chelsea, Chelsea" and then a reminder of who the current World and European Champions are.
Kai Havertz's 89th-minute winner sparked bedlam in a game that probably did not deserve a goal of such beauty. I was grabbed and shaken from several directions. This was the purest joy of support unleashed when I needed it most.
The last few moments before full-time almost felt like a burst of emotion, fears and uncertainty being let out by supporters. A therapeutic moment to stay behind at full-time to clap not only Tuchel and the players but celebrate everyone and everything about Chelsea. Fans reminded the players that we are here for them and, similarly, they are here for us.
Chelsea fans are still smiling, laughing and continuing to do the things they have for generations. The sense of friendship and community makes all football clubs special to those who care about them.
None of us knows what comes next and some of us are rightfully concerned. But for one afternoon at least, we just wanted to support the club we love.
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