Tuesday 25 October
Oh, here we go. QPR have filed a complaint about John Terry’s supposedly racist language on Sunday. QPR even had the balls to say they were keen to put an end to the matter; er, so why not just accept John’s explanation?
This matter can only really be vindictive: Anton Ferdinand did not report the incident to the referee and was silent on Sunday and Monday, he has not allowed his name to attached to the complaint to the FA.
So, the first question Anton Ferdinand will be asked is why has he made no complaint? Why has no complaint been made until after Ferdinand talked to his manager on Tuesday afternoon. He either was so angry he couldn’t blurt out the words or this is a needle job to extract a bit more from the game than Chris Foy had already given them.
It is not clear what competitive advantage they expect to gain except to provide even more motive for Chelsea to swallow them whole in April and shit them out the other end. The Metropolitan police have also announced an enquiry, although why they would choose to stick their size nines in is anyone’s guess.
Like the allegations of an affair with Vanessa Perroncel, John’s name will be hauled through the mud before he is completely cleared and the media will continue to brand him with the offence.
A list of John’s indiscretions is an informative one. He was accused of being drunk with Frank, Lampard, Eidur Gudjohnsen and Jody Morris in a Heathrow hotel the day of the 9/11 attacks and apologised. He was then charged with assault and affray in 2002 but was subsequently cleared. A PR company hired by his agent tried to tout for business but John was not involved. Then he was stripped of his England captaincy because our witless national manager decided to believe the papers rather than John or Ms Perroncel who both deny any affair took place and now he is being pursued for something he has already explained in a case where the supposedly offended party has not attached his name to the complaint.
In all the cases above he has been cleared except for being drunk on 9/11 and yet you don’t hear any of the pub prophets saying that Eidur Gudjohnsen or Frank Lampard are insensitive bores.
Oliver Kay writing in The Times suggests Chelsea fans are paranoid that their player will not be treated fairly by the FA or the media, er given the list of supposed offences above is it any wonder. The Times, despite several papers printing apologies stating that the affair was a fabrication, still routinely report that Terry is an adulterer and that his father is a drug dealer and his mother a thief, obviously all in the name of fair reporting. Should we trust the FA when they stripped John of the captaincy based on the same untrue allegations?
Meanwhile, AVB has defended the language he used to describe Chris Foy after Sunday’s fiasco. Faced with an FA investigation Andre Villas-Boas said that he had chosen his words carefully: “I was cold, emotionally, and chose the right words, and I never doubted the referee’s integrity. It is a game refereed by humans, so human mistakes will always be present. I am not questioning the referee’s integrity but his decision-making in this game.”
Finally to add insult to injury the FA handed out a £25,000 fine for failing to control our players. Chelsea should fine the FA for failing to control their referee.
Wednesday 26 October
Everton 1:2 Chelsea (aet)
You have to wait three days for proof that Foy was off his rocker: In the first-half of injury time Daniel Sturridge raced clear on goal, Everton’s Distin trailed in his wake but pulled him back and finally felled him on the edge of the box, no free-kick. On Sunday Bosingwa was given a straight red for a much more innocuous challenge.
Never a quiet night when Andre Villas-Boas puts out a side. Tonight had just the two missed penalties and two red-cards, bright performances and an extra-time winner. That and Chelsea turned up wearing Tottenham shirt and Tottenham shorts and Tottenham socks. We looked ridiculous.
Given all the changes, only Luiz kept his place from the weekend, it is a measure of this squad that while Chelsea had 11 men on the park we were in complete control. Oriol Romeu was particularly impressive and many will call for him to replace Obi John on Saturday lunchtime.
Lukaku started like a train thrashing one into the side netting, while Ross Turnbull actually looked calm and effective saving from Saha.
Anelka had a great chance from the spot after McEachran had been up ended but, and despite the laser pen dancing on the ball, he fluffed the ball wide.
Obviously stung by the failure Anelka went on a determined run and was bundled over by Distin, no penalty. Perhaps we are only allowed one a month. Lukaku flashed another chance across the face; he’ll have to work on the accuracy as well as the pace of his shots.
The lead came from the most curious of all goalkeeping errors: Kalou floated in a cross a bit too deep only the Everton number two, Mucha, somehow dropped the ball into the net. 0-1.
The second-half started ok Anelka had a run and shot when Lukaku was begging for a square-ball and then… David Luiz inexplicable allowed the ball past him and before Turnbull could adjust his feet Saha had fallen over him. A red card seemed harsh when you consider that the ’keeper didn’t actually move toward the player and couldn’t really get out of the way. Never mind, Petr Cech came on, sadly Lukaku made way, and Leighton Baines couldn’t beat him with either the penalty or the follow-up.
With ten-men Petr Cech had plenty of opportunities to show Thibaut Courtois that he has a few years left in his legs; he saved point-blank from Bilyaletdinov’s header.
It couldn’t last forever and Saha headed in Shamus Coleman’s cross we had extra-time. 1-1.
The first period of extra-time was relatively quiet, Chelsea were much more composed and in control than at the end of normal time and it was Royston Drenthe who handed back the advantage by hacking down the excellent Ryan Bertrand for his second booking. From that moment on there was only one winner. Florent Malouda’s rasping shot was only parried and Daniel Sturridge was on hand to win the tie. 1-2.
The celebrating players looked almost as if they’d won the trophy with shirts thrown into the crowd half of whom were torn between the chance to catch one and the thoughts of the trip home. Come to think of it, half the loyal supporters wouldn’t want a Tottenham Hotspur shirt for any money.
Thursday 27 October
So the Say no to CPO won the day with a resounding 34.4% nearly ten per cent more than they needed to block the vote. The meeting, which lasted nearly four hours was, er, fractious shall we say.
The result gives the lie to the conspiracy theory that shares bought in recent weeks were designed to rig the vote. Richard King was subject to particular abuse over that allegation and the CPO board will all now step down.
It is unclear why the Chelsea board were so reluctant to compromise. Announcing a new CPO at any new stadium would have swung a huge majority for the proposal. Bruce Buck and Ron Gourlay will now go back to Roman Abramovich and come up with some new ideas, probably a new CPO at the new ground.
Friday 28 October
FA sleuths, sorry that should read suits, visited the training ground to ask JT about something, can’t figure out what because we’re too busy reading articles about what a racist he is in the papers.
Saturday 29 October
Chelsea 3:5 Arsenal
This was a shambles. For the first time under AVB we didn’t perform at the back at all. Five goals against is a joke the defenders will not recover from in a long time. Chelsea’s defence literally stood and watched Arsenal play with, seemingly, no thought of trying to stop them.
It all started so well; Mata’s cross was headed in by Frank Lampard 1-0. Before that goal both sides could have had two with Theo Walcott making Ashley Cole look his age.
That they came back with such a soft goal was absurd. Van Persie was unchallenged laying the ball off for Ramsey who simply threaded in Gervinho with the Chelsea defence standing fucking still and watching the Ivory Coast forward squared to Van Persie who had run on unchallenged. 1-1. Jose Bosingwa can’t be blamed alone for this goal but his general incompetence coast us three others.
John Terry shinned us in front from Lampard’s corner just before the break 2-1. Only for Arsenal to spring out of the traps in the second-half and suddenly Santos is completely unmarked, Bosingwa was nowhere to be seen, strolling forward and beating Cech at his near post. 2-2. Given his reputation Cech had a really poor game, beaten twice at his near post.
Ashley Cole then sprang forward and was clattered outside the box by Szczesny. Obviously he has to go for denying a clear goal scoring opportunity, er, except he is only shown a yellow. After last week’s farce at QPR you have to wonder when, if these things even themselves out over the season, we are going to get a break.
Their next was equally absurd. Walcott ran forward and tripped and four Chelsea players stood still while he got up and ran on to score. 2-3.
Suddenly we were in trouble and finding each other with a pass seemed impossible.
Mata finally lashed in a shot to the top corner as he was being closed down for the goal of the game. 3-3. Surely from here we would go on and win.
Malouda on for Sturridge then thumps a back-pass beyond Terry who slips while trying to turn and Van Persie runs the ball round Cech and in. 3-4.
To complete the ignominy Bosingwa is robbed on the edge of the box and they break for Van Persie to beat Cech at his near post again. 3-5.
Quite what happened today will require an inquest. Arsenal are not a bad attacking team but we let them run through us too easily. Obi Mikel was ineffectual; you have to wonder how long the club are going to wait for him to develop. Bosingwa was appalling, out of position or too easily beaten. He had little going forward and Ivanovic is still a much better option. For the first time in a long time Petr Cech had a stinker.
Home to Liverpool in the Carling Cup, if you can get up the enthusiasm.
Chelsea youth 0:4 Crystal Palace youth
With six away on international duty a makeshift squad was never really at the races. A poor showing.