Away-day Blues after ugly victory

I DON’T know what was worse at Pride Park — the football or the breath of the guy sat near me in the ground.

He had halitosis bad enough to melt the paint off the pitch-side hoardings, but talking to him face to face was preferable to watching the garbage that we were being served up — under the banner of “positive, attractive football” no less — indeed Grant once again mumbled post match, how, even better than the three points, was the way we played.

Exactly who is he trying to kid? As we left the ground, despite the win, the mood was one of despondency amongst the majority of the Chelsea support. Most have taken a fatalistic stance on this season — whatever will be, will be.