Frank’s presence made us look like Chelsea again

I MUST admit the last few weeks had blunted my enthusiasm temporarily. It wasn’t the results as such —a football fan needs to be able to take losing or a bad run of form – it was everything else.

The Wilkins thing, Abramovich interfering again, the team seemingly playing with no passion or fight, the rumours of yet another managerial sacking, — it had all left me feeling disillusioned with the club, but games against the old enemy always seem to stir the blood.

As kick-off approached I could feel that old tingle starting at the base of my spine and working its way through my body until the adrenalin was pumping and I was ready for war!