Rusty Carlo and rampant Rooney giving us the jitters

WEST HAM came to Chelsea determined to play football — which they did, very commendable, no bus parking in this game. It did them no good mind ... no shots on target tells its own story.

We didn’t play particularly well and we had another tense last five minutes where the Hammers pumped ball after ball into our box. The club have annoyingly started scrolling goal updates across the big screens during matches these days. Of course from the moment I saw Sheffield United had gone ahead my eyes kept wandering back to that damn screen! Naturally, I knew United would eventually win the game, so I tried not to look, as if by not looking it would somehow prevent it. But of course, I kept sneaking a peak and the prophecy fulfilled itself.

I always enjoy beating West Ham. They take it so personally and bragging rights are always important in London. Not that I do much bragging. A Chelsea win is expected, discussion involving a Chelsea result is only deemed worthy in the office if we lose. Small price to pay though.