‘F*ck all … you’re gonna win f*ck all, you’re gonna win f*ck all, you’re gonna win f*ck all’. The chant had rung loudly in my ears, tinnitus-like, as I’d made my way down Tottenham High Road in the direction of Seven Sisters tube station last Wednesday night. The yellow light from the streetlamps illuminated the [...]
Continue reading …Avram Grant’s hangdog expression has become an all too familiar sight in recent weeks. The mixture of misery and self pity suffused with a subtle hint of exasperation is there for all to see. “This is the most disappointing day since I came to Chelsea,” he observed ruefully as he reflected on Barnsley’s ‘shock’ FA [...]
Continue reading …Trudging disconsolately down Wembley Way after witnessing the embarrassingly slip-shod on-field debacle that had culminated in Chelsea’s meek surrender of the Carling Cup to an effervescent Rottenham Dropspur, I’d cast a cursory glance over my shoulder. The magnificent illuminated arch arcing over the brand new stadium lit up the darkening early evening sky which as [...]
Continue reading …There can have been few people more pleased than ex-Blue Frank Sinclair when the draw for the fifth round of this seasons FA Cup competition pitched his current club Huddersfield Town against Chelsea. The Terriers, currently plying their trade in League One are a club steeped in history and tradition whose long-suffering supporters can often [...]
Continue reading …Diametrically opposed in every way to his predecessor Jose Mourinho, Avram Grant, aided and abetted by a run of form that has seen Chelsea thrive in the league, surge into the Carling Cup Final, secure a berth in the second phase of the Champions League and romp into the 5th Round of the FA Cup, [...]
Continue reading …It is one of life’s great conundrums that in the fickle, febrile, highly competitive 21st century reality-TV dominated world we inhabit, Chelsea Football Club possesses the ultimate in the type of brand allegiance that multi-national conglomerates covet and throw trillions of pounds at trying to secure. ‘Where were you when you were sh*t?’ It’s only [...]
Continue reading …There are plenty of Chelsea chants that fill me with mirth. The contemporary lyrical reworking of the Only Fools and Horses theme tune, ‘He stuck a Veron in his pocket, he nicked Glen Johnson from West Ham, cos if you want the best uns and you don’t ask questions then Roman he’s your man. Where [...]
Continue reading …Blues fans the shrinking world over cant fail but to have been seduced by the epic drama unfolding at Stamford Bridge this season. The opinions, aphorisms and heretical thoughts that cascaded along the ever flowing river that is Chelsea Football Club at the time of Jose Mourinho’s dramatic departure less than three months ago have [...]
Continue reading …According to the AA Route planner, it’s 543 miles from Wigan to Gelsenkirchen, plus another 30 odd miles on top of that to cater for the English Channel. It doesn’t sound too far really now does it? Of course not, but there’s always a catch when it comes to following Chelsea over land and sea [...]
Continue reading …‘It’s a funny old game,’ Jimmy Greaves would quip, in-between comedic lines about dodgy keepers from Chilly Jocko Land which would have Ian St. John, his partner in the TV crime that was Saint & Greavsie, monotonously corpsing with laughter every Saturday lunchtime during the inglorious football era that spanned the years from 1985 to [...]
Continue reading …The Reebok Stadium, home to Bolton Wanderers for the past decade or so, is a soulless place, a feckless testament of what can happen when a famous old football club which once had a true sense of spirit and working-class identity is uprooted from its traditional home and transplanted to an anonymous retail park in [...]
Continue reading …Waking up early this morning to the news that Jose Mourinho and Chelsea Football Club had parted company in gloriously unpredictable fashion I set about my ritualistic ablutions with some gusto, razor keen to understand more whilst accompanied by the hysterical chatter of Talk Sport’s breakfast crew and the incessant bleeping of my mobile phone [...]
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