He must have been as sick as the proverbial parrot when Robben’s shot crept inside the post in the dying seconds of the game. Last season when Crespo’s last minute goal bulged the net, it was a harsh but valuable lesson to the new boys of the Premiership; but for it to happen again, especially after having fought back from 2-0 down, does seem cruel in the extreme.
I know I sound like a broken record, but after we scored the two goals we were bloody awful. We didn’t deserve to win, but that’s football and I must admit my first thought was all those reds cursing “blue Father Christmas” as the points gap returned to just two.
But even the reds have to recognise the similarity between this Chelsea side and the United machine that swept all before them aside.
How many times did the rest of us watch United on the verge of dropping points, just to see a goal against the run of play snatch (inevitable) victory from the jaws of defeat? Not so fun watching someone else doing it is it?
Another corker of a goal from ‘Renaissance Man’ Drogba has eased us into the semi-finals of the Carling Cup, and having drawn Wycombe, I would be very surprised if a trip to Cardiff doesn’t beckon on February 25. I’ve probably angered those Gods of Football who seem to revel in teaching the over-confident fan a lesson or two. I had hoped to have seen the last of Cardiff, but will gladly face a game against Liverpool, Arsenal or Tottenham there for a bit of silverware.
I am writing this prior to our St Stephens’ Day game with Reading and the games come thick and fast with Fulham this weekend. Playing Fulham is a bit like plunging your hand into a tin of Quality Street – you never know quite what you are going to get. On paper, Fulham have little more than an average team, with god awful support, but every season they continue to confound the pundits and not only stay up, but make a pretty good account of themselves.
Local pride is obviously at stake and because of this they always give us a good game, so I expect this one to be close. There will be no touchline shenanigans either as Coleman and Mourinho do seem to have a mutual appreciation society.
Then three days respite and we travel up to Villa Park. Even games against Blackburn in recent years have been more interesting than playing Villa. Don’t know why, but we often struggle against them and the games are often dull as ditchwater.
Every point counts though and we simply cannot carry on this strategy of playing only one half of the game, as our luck WILL run out soon. The transfer window looms and I wonder if the rumours of The Cannibal being off-loaded to Fiorentina has some legs. He has failed to live up to his early promise and the fans have kittens every time he goes in for a challenge.
Also with JT’s worrying back problem flaring up again, I wonder if Ledley King has been getting any “come hither” looks from Peter Kenyon (a revolting thought I know). As I have said before I also imagine that we will be in the market for a right-back, and if I was in charge of those considerable purse strings, I would still be fanning wads of cash in Juve’s direction for a loan of Buffon until the end of the season. Champions League gets serious now and we need a world-class goalkeeper.
I would stand down any strikers out there hoping to earn a fortune in West London too – stick with Shevchenko – he’ll come good (see — I learnt my lesson with Drogba!). So the New Year is virtually upon us. I would like to see Chelsea finally get into their stride for the second half of the season. I’d like to see Shevchenko find his Premiership legs. I’d like to see Joe Cole regain his full fitness and give us that midfield creativity we’ve been lacking.
I’d like to see Drogba continue this amazing vein of form and I’d like to see us retain the Premiership and win the FA Cup at the new Wembley.
Sod it, as we have a blue Santa apparently, can we throw in the Champions League and arrange relegation for Wenger and a nasty case of piles for William Gallas.