F*** off Mourhinio, F*** off Mourhinio,
F*** Mourhinio, F*** off Mourhinio.....
All together now,
yeah, in the tune of that, you know, that old number, erm, the classic tune.
Errrr, well, I'm guessing you know the one. We are invincible?
Despite numerous
requests I take my football interest and separate it from my musical exploits,
here I am again indulging myself. Yes, the grumpy Gooner is back. But this time
not singing the praises of her beloved Arsenal.
Today is Chelsea day!
Yes, you heard. :-D
The day on which I
reminisce the days when Chelsea were just another Premiership football team.
Gone are the Claudio Rainieri days when a wee bit of respect was left for the
team, even when they had just been bought out by a thousand sacks of stolen
Roubles, which in itself was enough for any hard working team or fan to swallow.
Football fans did still had a slither of respect for the team, well, as much as
any other than their own - yeah - I know, they hadn't won the league in forty
nine years and hence were not a huge threat, BUT, the players, fans and manager
were not nearly as conceited as their new found wealth and "superiority" (Still
not convinced there) has lead them to be. Firstly, the appearance of prime smug
twat Jose Mourhinio, and secondly, the benching of certain wonderful English
newcomers in their prime both did nothing to help their cause with the rest of
the country.
Chelsea, "CFC",
have indeed become the most despised and disrespected team in English football.
And you only need take a listen to some of their players attitudes and their
manager's inane warblings to hear why. Mourihnio is still at it. The man with
the morals of a bent judge. Even those who don't want to know are still haunted
by echoes of his childish, conceited, spiteful rage. Intimidate? No. (As I am
sure is the real plan behind it) Irritate, yes. The man is a shocker! Worthy of
nothing but the disrespect he has earned. There was a time when in a sick way, I
almost enjoyed seeing his miserable face peering from newspaper and television
screens. A certain warmth can be felt from watching insults fly between
passionate, hard working individuals. (Wenger - Ferguson spring to mind here)
But there is a limit. And Mourhinio and co have crossed it and become a tedious
bore.
The dull echo of
spiteful insults following William Gallas' trail as he leaves for Arsenal ring
loud in our lobes. I only hope they shall help to push the player for a
brighter start with his new club, as more often than not, insults have a habit
of making one feel stronger in the end. So, Chelsea, do keep dishing it out.
Carry on bitching. Keep your money blinded players and pray your army stays
tight within those high and mighty Stamford Bridge walls. You have ensured the
making of many enemies outside it who might just enjoy watching a fall.
AU REVOIR!
xxxx
