Big Girls Do Cry
Well, not exactly the prettiest game we’ve played, but does anyone really care? OK, I’m sure there’s a few of the D&G crowd out there who do, but I certainly don’t. Sometimes you have to get down and dirty. And that pitch wasn’t doing anyone any favours. So, after a pretty lacklustre first half with the glimmer of a lovely header from the captain, our number 21 came on and the game turned around. Say what you will about him, but it was a whole different game when he came on and set up Frank’s second goal of the night! I always give full credit to Blackpool who play a fantastically attacking game, and were definitely missing Adam and Campbell. It could have been a much different result for us if they’d been fit. But they weren’t and another three points are ours. Just like after United, we need to focus just on the game ahead. Our next league match will be against a team on ‘diet pills’ that we just can’t seem to beat. But as they are mysteriously ahead of us in the league, we’ll have to sort ourselves out and break Noel Gallagher’s heart. But before that fun, we’ll have to fend off Copenhagen on Wednesday after taking two away goals from them. You know, that thing that Celtic, United, and the mighty Barca failed to do in any of their appearances there. No big deal. ;)
Now, I know its a Blue, Blue world for us out there but there were a couple of other games that happened this weekend that made the victory at Bloomfield just a little bit more fun. I mean, I could discuss Arsenal’s failure to get off the ground against Sunderland or the calamity that was Sp*rs trip to the Molineux (helped out by the worst call ever on the disallowed goal). The Old Firm Match that had like 17 cards issued, managers fighting on the touchline, and Diouf not only managing to get carded after the final whistle, but actually managing 2 red cards in one game! But those games weren't quite as hilarious as Dirk Kuyt’s best day ever. Sure, I expected some handbags, but not the amazingness that managed to ensue. Feel free to pick your favourite moment.... Was it Nani’s assist on the second goal? He does lead in assists – no one says they have to be for his own teammates. Was it Rafael absolutely losing his mind after Suarez grabbed a handful of his luscious locks? Was it Kuyt’s patting himself on the back from scoring from 4 inches out – three times?!? Was it that Carroll looked so excited to come on and start fighting that he may have taken up Krygiakos in a sweet ponytail-off? No....let’s be honest, we all know everyone’s favourite moment was Carra absolutely flying into Nani studs up and then Nani proceeding to miraculously run about, complain to the referee, and then decide that he’s hurt enough to fall down. But no, that wasn’t enough to complete the immenseness of this moment. Crying like he was a three year old who’d just had their favourite teddy bear nicked out of their hands and beheaded in front of them made this moment absolutely priceless. If there hadn't been the runabout and moan first, there may be a couple of people that held an iota of sympathy, although, on the fact that its Nani, that might even be doubtful.
For those of you who are still amused by this (as I’m sure we all are here....):
Nani are you ok, are you ok Nani,
Nani are you ok, are you ok
Nani, You’ve been hit by,
You’ve been f*cked by aSmooth Carragher
Nani are you ok, are you ok
Nani, You’ve been hit by,
You’ve been f*cked by aSmooth Carragher
Tee hee. Ok, it’s a bit rich for any Chelsea supporter to talk about tears after JT’s meltdown in the game that should not be named. (Or by someone who may or may not have shed a tear or 8 over football). However, that was out of passion for the game, for the passion to win this for the club he’s captained at every level since he was 14. I respect a man who cares that much about winning / losing. This is also the man that has been kicked unconscious (no tears / checked himself out of hospital to come back), had three bones broken on the top of his foot (no tears / tried to walk off the pitch himself), and had his face literally broken 5 minutes into a match (no tears / played out the remainder of the half / played the very next game 4 days later). So, I think now in the snood-free world* of the English league, it is fair to expect no tears over a flesh wound.
No weekend football for us again, enjoy the week off
KTBFFH
jb xx
*it’s awfully nice that FIFA takes these little blogs so seriously and have got rid of the offensive piece of cloth (Arsenal may suffer now). Next up, I will pose that the football fashion police Mark Clattenburg’s Jersey Shore style abuse of the spray tan.
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