Bill Halfacre did some time-traveling on Wednesday.

Call it “An Andover Brit in King Dennis’ Court.”

In a scrapbook mostly documenting Halfacre’s career as a printer that took him to places like Saudi Arabia, there’s one yellowed clipping in the back about the time he scored nine goals for the semipro British Legion Reserves in a 17-1 win over Kings.

Surely Halfacre would have sacrificed all nine if it had meant that John Terry’s foot wouldn’t have slipped on the pitch in Moscow, leading to Manchester United’s victory over the Chelsea Blues in the Champions League final, the Super Bowl of soccer in Europe.

Before the game, Halfacre, 61, reminisced about his career as a midfielder for Chelsea, all the while shrugging off the non-stop verbal abuse from the peanut gallery at Pinhead Susan’s with unflagging good humor.

This is the joint where, on Thursday Trivia Night, it’s not unusual for a team to call itself “Is-Soccer-A-Real-Sport?” as a pointed jab at the regular patron who is alternately — and affectionately — referred to as “The Limey” and “Sir William.”

Halfacre was born in Troy to an American father and British mother, but he and his mom moved to England when he was 2, and he lived there until 1981, when he moved back to the Capital Region. He and his wife, Monica, live in Schen­ectady.

Although mostly a second-teamer, the equivalent of AAA baseball, he played in three games with the Chelsea first team from 1963-65.

At Chelsea’s stadium, Stamford Bridge, they had a section called The Shed, which housed a “supporter” known as the Ax Man. During the formative days of hool­iganism, the teams around London checked everyone for weapons on the way in, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t stash a device of your choice somewhere outside for post-game mayhem.

On Wednesday, Halfacre was bedecked in a blue Chelsea jersey and hat, with a six-foot-long Chelsea scarf. “The three times I ran through that tunnel, my knees were shaking and the adrenaline was flowing

every time,” he said.

In an attempt to get the Philistines at the bar warmed up to soccer, it was suggested that the sport was like chess, to which proprietor Dennis MacDonald sniffed, “Chess is a lot more exciting than this.”

They were predisposed to the usual beefs about soccer: low-scoring, no contact, etc.

Then a funny thing happened. As the game wore on and Chelsea’s Frank Lampard tied it in the 45th minute, Halfacre’s American friends started to pick out some of the intricacies of the play and appreciate the graceful precision of the passes and the harshness of the collisions. Half­acre himself has a nice dent on the inside of his left ankle, evidence of a bad tackle from his semipro days that left him with a leg broken in two places and a skittish psyche, much like a jockey who has taken one too many spills.

The Champions League loss was devastating, but Halfacre got right back on the horse for Thursday Trivia Night.

The cheeky Yanks on the Pinhead’s staff called their team “Manchester-United-You-Have-To-Get-Over-It-Limey,” causing Halfacre to laugh and shake his head every time it came over the PA.

By then, he had his Yankees sweatshirt on, and the Bronx Bombers were in the process of manufacturing a run to squeak out a 2-1 win over Baltimore.

I guess it was a real slugfest.