Sunday, October 26, 2008
Ending Chelsea's 86 game unbeated run!

Hats off to the lads - top, top performance. Made it look so easy in the second half. Chelsea looked lost, couldn't muster up a single real shot on goal even though they started brightly.
Gerrard was immense today, some lovely tackling and unlucky to get booked, Riera is proving himself a great purchase in every game, Xabi is returning to his 2005-06 form (thank God the Barry deal fell through), and Babel keeps showing the amazing potential he has, would love to have him get more time on the pitch..
Fantastic result although lets not get carried away as its still only October. Lets hope for a strong run in until christmas when traditionally our form pics up for the second half of the season.
Labels: alonso, chelsea, liverpool, premiership
Monday, May 05, 2008
Feeling Blue :-(

Not being sarcastic either. They were the better side on the night and deserved to go through.
What a fantastic game though!?! Edge of the seat stuff! and much better than the dross served by the two otherwise entertaining sides in Utd and Barca. That Drogba is shit-hot when he stays on his feet! Also, it was good
I'll be backing Chelsea 100% to win it obviously and probably more so since I quite like that grant fellow. Seems to be a genuinely nice person trying his best to do a job to the best of his abilities despite taking stick from his own fans and the media. Yes he's not as entertaining as Mourinho but he's got class and dignity, and its good to see him refraining from mindgames (Rafa should've done that!) unlike the classless prick that was Jose Mourinho. Special one my arse, special needs one more like.
As for Chelsea, a trained monkey could get results with the quality in that team and that shows Mourinho up really. With that side and his transfer / wages budget, anything less than a treble should be conidered a failure.
I might do a season review later with a bit on our potential new owners as well.
Labels: champions league, chelsea, football, liverpool
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Thursday, May 03, 2007
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
Bye Bye Mourinho...

Although Liverpool won the game, were the only team that scored, had another disallowed, hit the woodwork and after 30 minutes had enjoyed 79% possession, I think clearly Mourinho is justified in saying that Chelsea were the better team and were the only ones trying to win the game. What an arsehole.
I think he will leave Chelsea now. Over the last week he's had rants targeted at Liverpool and Man U that were almost childish in their incoherence and as a result he has lost the league to one and been knocked out of Europe by the other. He's definitely lost his aura now. He's just a whining little maggot.
I do feel sorry for the likes of Drogba, Robben and Ferreira though, as the effort they put into some of their diving was truly heroic.

Labels: champions league, chelsea, football, humor, liverpool, mourinho
A direct quote from the columnist on the chelsea website
"Do they train for it? You would have to assume so: all summer, I would reckon, and then on into the winter and spring. Two European Cups, one FA Cup, one League Cup - all nicked on penalties. That's an extraordinary amount of penalty-based plunder for one football team.
Also, one FA Cup semi-final, and now one Champions League semi-final. Amazing. They've got a record to be proud of there.
And incredible, the rewards a team can accrue without ever needing to be ahead in a match. The European Cup Final against AC Milan in 2005? Liverpool were never ahead, but they nicked it. The FA Cup final last year against West Ham? Liverpool were never ahead, but they nicked it. The Champions League semi-final last night? Liverpool were never ahead but they nicked it. " Full Article
Also, one FA Cup semi-final, and now one Champions League semi-final. Amazing. They've got a record to be proud of there.
And incredible, the rewards a team can accrue without ever needing to be ahead in a match. The European Cup Final against AC Milan in 2005? Liverpool were never ahead, but they nicked it. The FA Cup final last year against West Ham? Liverpool were never ahead, but they nicked it. The Champions League semi-final last night? Liverpool were never ahead but they nicked it. " Full Article
All of Red Rom's roubles couldn't buy a fantasy writer of these proportions. Brilliant theory though. "We tried to win everything and in winning nothing, we should all bevery proud."Some might term that "complete failure" but there you go
Labels: champions league, chelsea
The Agonies of John Terry: Vol 2

Just how sad does he look in this
After the '05 CL semi:
"But at 80 minutes I started to panic and when I saw the clock going to 88 minutes, my eyes started filling up with tears. When Eidur Gudjohnsen's shot somehow went out into touch in the last minute of injury time I can't explain quite how I felt. It was like everything went from my body. We had had one more chance. This was it. And then it was all gone in a split second.
I was distraught after the game. I didn't know what to do with myself. What I couldn't quite comprehend was that for the second year in succession, we had lost a Champions League semi we were supposed to win.
For the second year in succession we had got so close to the final, the match that is the Holy Grail for every professional footballer, and then we had blown it.
I wanted to run straight back down the tunnel when the final whistle went.
But I went up to Stevie Gerrard and Jamie Carragher and told them: "Go and lift it now. Go and lift it for yourself and for your club." It was hard because a big part of me just wanted to get back to the dressing room away from the cameras and the eyes of the crowd and just wallow in my despair.
When you have got grown men on the pitch crying because they have just lost something they have worked so hard for, the rawness of that can be quite shocking. William Gallas was beside himself with despair. A few of us were.
When I heard the final whistle, I broke down. I was crying. People were saying to me that it wasn't our year and our chance would come. But I was in bits. Willie and Eidur were the same. The manager came over and said "No tears again. We will have our time."
Going back to the dressing room was the lowest I have felt in football. I know when I walk in there next time, when we play Liverpool in October, it's all going to come flooding back and I'm already dreading that.
I sat there in the dressing room that night with a towel over my head, just crying.
Nobody wanted to move from their seat. We sat there for an age. No one wanted to look up, speak, move, to get up to get showered or even wanted to get changed. It was an hour and a half before the lads were out of the dressing room.
I kept thinking about something Marcel Desailly once said to me, that in the Champions League, you get one chance at it and if you don't take it, it doesn't happen. That haunted me as we drove away from Anfield".
From his autobiography. Might need an extra chapter or two.
(Thx Kennedy81)
"But at 80 minutes I started to panic and when I saw the clock going to 88 minutes, my eyes started filling up with tears. When Eidur Gudjohnsen's shot somehow went out into touch in the last minute of injury time I can't explain quite how I felt. It was like everything went from my body. We had had one more chance. This was it. And then it was all gone in a split second.
I was distraught after the game. I didn't know what to do with myself. What I couldn't quite comprehend was that for the second year in succession, we had lost a Champions League semi we were supposed to win.
For the second year in succession we had got so close to the final, the match that is the Holy Grail for every professional footballer, and then we had blown it.
I wanted to run straight back down the tunnel when the final whistle went.
But I went up to Stevie Gerrard and Jamie Carragher and told them: "Go and lift it now. Go and lift it for yourself and for your club." It was hard because a big part of me just wanted to get back to the dressing room away from the cameras and the eyes of the crowd and just wallow in my despair.
When you have got grown men on the pitch crying because they have just lost something they have worked so hard for, the rawness of that can be quite shocking. William Gallas was beside himself with despair. A few of us were.
When I heard the final whistle, I broke down. I was crying. People were saying to me that it wasn't our year and our chance would come. But I was in bits. Willie and Eidur were the same. The manager came over and said "No tears again. We will have our time."
Going back to the dressing room was the lowest I have felt in football. I know when I walk in there next time, when we play Liverpool in October, it's all going to come flooding back and I'm already dreading that.
I sat there in the dressing room that night with a towel over my head, just crying.
Nobody wanted to move from their seat. We sat there for an age. No one wanted to look up, speak, move, to get up to get showered or even wanted to get changed. It was an hour and a half before the lads were out of the dressing room.
I kept thinking about something Marcel Desailly once said to me, that in the Champions League, you get one chance at it and if you don't take it, it doesn't happen. That haunted me as we drove away from Anfield".
From his autobiography. Might need an extra chapter or two.
(Thx Kennedy81)
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