Posted on May 12, 2008 by Chelsea D
After Blackburn then Europe, the boss had to go
So Grant was hauled in by Kenyon & Co,
As open-mouthed, we all sat and stared
Who was this man and who even cared?
Utd were next and, well off the pace
We were given some bloke with a gormless face –
Who stood looking clueless, not ‘special’ at all,
The question hung [...]
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Posted on April 14, 2008 by Chelsea D
As the run-in approaches, let’s see where we are
Coz, for a club ‘going forward’ we ain’t moved very far.
Where once there was arrogance, self assured belief
Every win we get now brings only relief.
No strutting on touchlines now that Grant’s in the job,
If he did the ‘chin up’ he’d at least shut his gob.
Instead he looks [...]
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Posted on March 22, 2008 by Chelsea D
No ticker tape, no party hats, no helium balloons,
No title celebrations yet again for Wenger’s goons.
They’d had a run, surprised a few and even topped the table
But hold onto a 5 point gap, we saw they just weren’t able.
For all the praise the press heaped on, the goals they just stopped scoring
As ‘football’s saviours’ silky [...]
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Posted on February 12, 2008 by Chelsea D
Champions League, the Mestalla again
A win last time - but that was then,
Now Mourinho’s gone, Avram’s in charge
And the Chelsea boo boys are giving it large.
His whole appointment as clear as mud
Angry and bitter, they’re out for his blood,
They want it fixed and they want it now -
Welcome to Chelsea Grant, take a bow.
Show us [...]
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Posted on January 15, 2008 by Chelsea D
As sad as it is, the ‘Special One’s’ gone
The mourning is over, it’s time to move on.
As hard as it is, as much as it hurts -
Get them heads up and play for your shirts.
Roman and Kenyon let everyone down
Giving us Grant - an unqualified clown,
But he’s just temporary - along for the ride
So sort [...]
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Posted on November 25, 2007 by Chelsea D
Second leg and we’re in Spain -
Cup Winners semi once again.
Like Copenhagen its 1 - all
Will we stand firm or will we fall?
A Mallorcan side so full of tricks
and the Leicester game knocking us for six,
Now the confidence on which we feed
Deserts us in our hour of need.
Then, they break fast - we dont defend,
European [...]
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Posted on November 16, 2007 by Chelsea D
I’m well and truly gutted
it’s the curse of Man United,
I thought this time we’d beat ‘em
and I’d even got excited.
We outclassed and outplayed them
but it’s just the same old story,
Whenever they come to The Bridge
it’s always ‘Glory, Glory’.
As if that wasn’t bad enough -
with confidence now battered,
we gifted West Ham victory
when 3 points really mattered.
Back [...]
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Posted on November 2, 2007 by Chelsea D
First a distant rumble, then louder, building up to the sound of a marching army. Stud after stud hits concrete as boots clatter up the tunnel. A splash of colour spills out, as if an overturned paint tin. Merging with green, it is greeted by the roar of a lion.
Silent expectation falls around the ground. [...]
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Posted on October 15, 2007 by Chelsea D
In another Wembley final - Middlesborough we did meet,
They saw us lift the FA Cup after their 2-0 defeat.
This year it’s Coca-Cola, a completely different game,
And their trump card is on the bench - Paul Gascoigne is his name.
Luca did not play himself, he thought that it was best,
In milestones as a manager, he’d passed [...]
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