Oh so depressing but oh so predictable

WELL, that smelled nice... a large helping of Chelsea humble pie was dangled under our noses. It was swiped away almost immediately and replaced by what I can only imagine was camel droppings on a bed of penguin vomit.

How depressing, and so utterly predictable. I wouldn’t say the feelgood factor from the takeover disappeared, but we’ve had a glimpse into a terrifying future if action isn’t taken soon.

Roy’s latest spat — they’re down to one a week — was with Johnson. Most wish he wasn’t within 30 yards of our own box, having been bought specifically to break the stubborn resistance of minnows. Agger fell out with the manager too, the only other defender who likes to come forward.