Bluer than ever as Grant saps our spirit

NEVER in my Chelsea-supporting career have I felt so much as though I were simply going through the motions. We won on Sunday, and regained second spot, from arch-rivals Arsenal — not that anyone seemed to notice, or care much, to tell the truth. The feelgood factor that I have always got from football, even in some of our darkest hours, seems to have gone.

I am obviously not the only one. A large contingent of the crowd booed at the final whistle against Boro. That, factored with the chanting last week, is not solely a view on those two particular games. It’s the paying fan showing their dissatisfaction at the state of affairs in the only way open to them.

It’s easy to say “vote with your feet” — but with many of us that just isn’t an option. As much as we hate the various “appendages”, we love the club. Special dinners held for the press to get to know Grant, the man, do not bode well for those that clung on to the vain hope that he is simply manager until the end of the season.