This latest blog was inspired by Fozzy’s Mate, who reckons that I only blog when we’re losing. So this one’s for you, mate. Saturday’s result with the Odious Chavs has provided more food for thought than the ten men who went to Cashley (or something like that). The resulting bore-draw came about for two reasons.
Firstly, we were unable to put the ball into the back of the net – mainly down to Percy, playing his zillionth game of the season and looking completely exhausted. He’s now just one tackle away from another dodgy injury, so let’s hope that, if it does come, it will be in the 98th minute of our last game of the season against West Brom, and then he won’t have to play in all the meaningless internationals all summer long. Hang on, isn’t this history repeating itself? Didn’t Weng make exactly the same mistake last season when Happy Jack was similarly and ridiculously overplayed with disastrous results this term?
The second reason for the bore-draw was the general lack of ambition from the Odious Chavs. There is no pleasure to be gained by watching this lot, and one can easily understand why games at the Chelsea Village Idiots stadium are rarely sold out. I observed Torres ambling around with his mind clearly elsewhere as the game passed us by. The irony is that, if the Odious Chavs had bothered to apply themselves, they could have got something out of the game due to our sloppy passes which persisted at regular intervals.
For the second match in a row, we were spooked for having to change ends before the start, and that’s something we need to sort out before they all catch on. Pelé (alias Song) was dreadful today, and requires a trip to Specsavers to check for colour-blindness, as he appeared to pick out a blue shirt perfectly with every pass. Walnutt was yet again woeful all over the pitch, and too timid to tackle. The fact that we have now lost him for the remainder of the season will surely strengthen the team. The other midfielders were Rosicky, who handed in a sick note midway through the second half, The Ox who was played out of position, and Rambo, who is another one who is struggling, having been overplayed this season. Why does the crowd berate Rambo so much? At least he wears his heart on his sleeve and is prepared to get stuck in.
We were treated to a rare sight of an endangered species when Diabolical strolled on as a 65th-minute sub, and thoughts came back to a couple of seasons ago when Diabolical and Pelé made up half of our midfield. Their flankers (sic) were regularly none other than Ebouseless and Deckchair. And, on a really bad day, we had Barry up front. At least we’ve moved on from those dark days.
The end of the season is quickly approaching, but there are still plenty of restless nights ahead of us until it’s over. Totterington put the smile back on our faces later in the day with their inept display at QPR. We live and pray that Cesc & Co can turn over the Odious Chavs on Tuesday evening. The Bar Codes are coming up fast on the rail, but we now need to hold our nerve against the Pulis morons and then beat Norwich and West Brom. Is that too much to ask for?