17th January 2009
One of those rare days. Hope days like these never come again. Faith doubted is faith lost. Or is it? Match-day 21. Chelsea playing Stoke at the Bridge. Half a year ago, 3 points guaranteed. Present state, Chelsea at home? Who the heck are they? From being the side with the greatest mental strength in Europe to a stuttering, faltering side who struggle to beat newly-promoted teams at home. Wait, what was that?
I grab my place in front of the idiot box. Saturdays and Sundays are the days I refuse to hand the remote over to my parents (or sister as is the case currently). The remote follows me over the place a la Mary and her Little Lamb. Not that I’m Mary, but I know you guys aren’t stupid enough for direct comparisons. You don’t look it, that you might be is an altogether different matter. It even accompanies me to the toilet. No kidding.
So, as I said, Me in front of the box. Curse Scolari a few times. Stupid team selection. What the fvck is he doing with a 4-3-3 having 3 strikers out of which only one can score without placing a nude model in front of the goal? Not that I want Diver-boy to play.
Out of the 3, even my grandmother could play better than Malouda. I still wonder why Scolari continues to pick him. Same with Ballack. No doubt he was a brilliant player in his prime, which is now past. Now, he just passes the ball to the other team. Lousy.
Not the reason to lose faith in the team now, is there? But having the horrible personnel that it had, even then Chelsea had to beat Stoke City, you would think. But no, might Chelsea had to scrape and sqeak and whimper their way around. No doubt they dominated the match, but the created enough chances to feed a couple of dormice. No life in the game. No passion for the game. No determination to win. Just a few men plodding around in elderly fashion trying to entertain a couple of footballers. First time I ever switched a TV off before a Chelsea match ended.
Not done. Tried to tell my parents how horrible my team was playing. My parents suggested I stop being so emotional about a football team. What else do I be emotional about? They even suggested switching teams. The very blasphemous idea chilled me to the bone. Change teams?! Never in the world.
The result is this post.