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Finally the giant ‘time out’ that is the international break is over and I have something to do on the weekend again. There weren’t even any dishy rumours to keep us going until the league matches began again this weekend. And let’s be honest, Rooney getting a red card for being a petulant twat is as much news as the rain in Scotland. If only there had been some other global tournament that England could embarrass themselves by exiting in the quarter finals to keep me going....
Back to the league where the men are men and the mouthbreathers refuse to play.
Some of you may have been mildly dismayed (just let me have this one...) at my lack of Bolton - Chelsea blog. However, the men of the Chelsea FanCast allowed me to waffle on about Frank on their actual podcast rather than have to, you know, write it down etc and so on...
*Blantant self promotion contained immediately below*
http://podcasts.footballfancast.com/chelsea_fancast/
Anyways, thanks to one of my very good friends, I got to spend this weekend’s fixture in the ever posh West Stand. It is everything you’ve heard it to be. I mean, I thought the stewards in full black tie was a bit excessive for a football match, buy why not? Right?
A team managed by a feisty Scot and captained by a son of Neville Neville, was always going to be a difficult affair. Everton had managed five success draws at Stamford Bridge, and for the opening 20 minutes, it really did not look like that was going to change. However, as soon as the man I said would find a way through - found a way through it became arguably one of Chelsea’s most comfortable games of the season so far. Juan Mata spread himself around so much that at one point he was nice enough to get me a drink and share the seat next to me. But I digress.
I actually am in need of some help here. I’m confused (about SO many things, but let’s just stick to football shall we). It is both annoyed and bemused me that Fabio Capello has ignored our star striker for so long. How he has not yet made the England squad is beyond my comprehension. But with Rooney now ruling himself out of the group stages at Euro to braid his hair or something, we have a striker who constantly wants the ball, will play in the centre or at the right, and you know, scores lots of f*%^£*@g goals. In my meager estimation, that should pretty much make him an automatic selection. But I am trying to think like a man who thought Emile Heskey was the answer to every question posed of England in the World Cup.
And up north there is currently a battle between two of the most repugnant individuals around. And no, it’s not Rio Ferdinand versus Piers Morgan Part CIXVII. It’s Patrice Evra v Luis Suarez. How does anyone really pick a side here. And it stems from Evra accusing someone of racism, because he’s never done that before. With his high cheekbones and perfectly groomed facial hair, I’m not sure he’s exactly got the street cred to be at the centre of all racism. However, he is accusing someone who feels its ok to actually bite people after the age of 2. I know Suarez has an unfair advantage when it comes to teeth, but he’s really just taking the p*ss there. This one is definitely to be continued...but does anyone care?
Mini-poll: with a gun to your head, who’s side would you take?
It may only be October gift, but we have already been given a Christmas gift that will keep on giving - Mario Balotelli will be planning Manchester City’s Chrimbo Party. You’re Welcome.
Happy Champions League week!
jb xx
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