Chelsea’s Flowers Need Depotting
If I can talk like a big-shot Hollywood scriptwriter for just a second: this sh*t’s about to get real. Chelsea at The Bridge this afternoon and we’re in the unenviable position of knowing that three points are less advisable as downright essential. If, that is, we’re to keep the flickering hope of re-entering The Big Show next season from vanishing out of sight like all those ex-boyfriends of Kate Middleton who couldn’t keep their bloody mouths shut. Or at least not shut enough for MI5’s particular liking.
‘Is that wedding bells I hear? Oh no, my mistake. That’s the sound of my head being thwacked under a toilet seat.’
Torres is amongst the living again, so it seems, as are Chelsea. The Spaniard’s successful conversion against the Pikey patrol last week coming amidst a winning streak for the Blues which has seen them propelled into the position of United’s closest challengers. Which, in laymen’s terms, means they’re shoe-ins as runners-up. Oh, the shame. I’m not sure how they can bare it.
Good spirits you’ll find me in this morning, which’ll stretch as far as an optimistic prediction.
1-0 to the Spurs