Mourinho’s Chelsea chapter is a real page-turner

I AM writing this on the type of high that can only be achieved after watching a match such as Sunday’s quarter-final against Spurs.

To go from abject misery to dizzying elation within 45 minutes is perhaps adrenalin for the soul, but it sure as hell isn’t good for the old ticker. When Kalou scored that equaliser I cheered so hard that for a few seconds I honestly thought I was going to black out. In retrospect, it was probably a good thing that Shevchenko didn’t score that winner, as I’m not sure I’d be here to tell the tale.

Mourinho in the first half seemed to have learned nothing from our defeat at White Hart Lane and employed suicide tactics. Shevchenko — the game simply passed him by. Cole — his worst performance since he joined us. Terry — missed him desperately.