30th January 2002 28th January 2002 Klaus, my East Stand Correspondent, has also weighed in with his usual no-nonsense summation of the events of the past few days. He is also complaining, this time because I was unable to print a scoop that he provided me with concerning the court appearances of John Terry and Jody Morris. This was purely because I do not fancy the prospect of a heavy fine and possible imprisonment for contempt of court. Still Crowing, Still Dreaming..
25th January 2002 24th January 2002 Predictably I've had plenty of armchair Tootenham fans trying to leave crowing messages in my guestbook overnight; I would have a bit more time for these characterless fuckwits if I had heard a squeak from them during the 12 year, 27 game run since their shit team last defeated the Mighty Blues. Talk about sing when you're winning... Anyone who had a lingering doubt that Poyet is anything but a two-faced, scumsucking mercenary and arsehole of the highest order will have had that doubt removed when they saw the disrespect he showed to Chelsea fans (myself included) who misguidedly idolised him during his time at the club. Leaping around, punching the air when substituted and then kissing his shirt may make some Rottenham fans happy, but that's because they're too stupid to realise that if he can do it to decent fans it won't be very long before he's doing it to followers of a small club like Tottenham. 16th January 2002 14th January 2002 Among the former are Klaus, while perhaps more predictably Dr Les numbers himself among the latter. I have always liked Les. He is man of taste and decency who Knows About Football. Judge for yourself - I will print both their submissions, starting with Dr Les. When you have digested what he has to say, read the thoughts of Chairman Klaus. Who's right ? I invite your comments when you are done. 10th January 2002 9th January 2002 4th January 2002 Far from depressing me, this only serves to emphasise the reasons that I support this club to the exclusion of all others: how could a true football fan not support a team that can boast that they are both supremely crap and unbearably superb, more often than not during the same match ? Casual followers of the game (i.e. Man U fans) will not understand what the hell I'm on about, preferring instead to just accuse anyone who dares to criticise them of being jealous. Of what, exactly ? The fact that Man U win everything ? I laugh at such an immature worldview, while continuing to experience the true joy of following a club who are anything but predictable, because, Ladies and Gentlemen, that is what being a football fan is all about. If you want proof just go to Stamford Bridge anytime, win or lose. You will find a large section of the crowd (and I admit that the bandwagon johnnies are increasing by the minute) who will cheer on the team no matter what is happening on the pitch. By contrast, check out the atmosphere at Old Trafford when sixty thousand muppets are watching their team lose. I rest my case. Don't Bend Down When Dr Les Is In Town December rants
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Keep Taking The Medicine
Who am I to argue with the great man himself ? The font of all wisdom has spoken: the good doctor has prescribed a total cessation of hostilities against scumsucker Poyet and the shit team he plays for.. or has he ?
Piss And Wind
More of the twisted thoughts of Dr Les have reached me from afar. He is complaining about the league match against West Ham last week that featured the grape-treading exploits of Paul Di Canio, who has demonstrated once again that he is a card-carrying loon of the highest order.
I'm amused by the earwigs still crawling out of the woodwork after Chelsea's first defeat by Tottenham in 12 years. These pinheads are still wasting their time trying to leave abusive and mostly illiterate messages in my guestbook. I wonder how long it will be before the penny drops and they notice that none of these works of art actually show up on the page ? Keep knocking yourselves out, idiots...
Rotten Team, Rotten Fans
I'm getting a fair bit of mainly illiterate stick from suddenly diehard Tootenham "fans", but I reiterate that I have no time for them. If they'd been sticking up for their shit team during the twelve years they failed to beat us they would deserve some respect, but unfortunately that wasn't the case, was it ? These so-called fans and Poyet deserve each other, as they are so alike: inane, characterless arseholes.
January Sale
A clearout looms at Stamford Bridge, or at least it should judging by the scandalous performance at Three Point Lane last night. Deliberately losing to a shit team like Tottenham just because they don't fancy a trip to Wales is not on. Among the players who should go on the list are Petit, Melchiot, Lampard and Stanic, and not just for last night's woeful underperformance. What a joke - next thing you know Tottenham will be imagining that they're a big club with a good team and decent supporters !
Poyet - The Fans Decide
Apparently I am not the only hysterical, jilted teenager on the block, which is of some comfort. The vast hordes of regular visitors to this site have had their say; Poyet is a whining bitch. Feast your eyes on the motley selection of replies I've had since I threw open the debate. How I laughed...
Uruguayan Mental Over Poyet
My rantings against former Chelsea favourite Gus Poyet have caused a regrettable split among my readers. Some are saying that I must leave poor old Gus alone as I am becoming like a hysterical, jilted teenager (I wish), while others are backing my stance to the hilt.
Jimmy Jimmy
Chelsea power to yet another victory over Rottenham with two great goals from Jimmy Floyd Hasselbaink. While watching the match I experienced a nasty moment where I thought I must be having some kind of acid flashback - I imagined that Spurs actually put together a couple of good moves. Luckily this proved temporary as I was brought firmly back to Earth by the performance of scum-sucker Poyet, who had the biggest howler of a game I've ever seen. Sad to see how his talent has almost completely deserted him, but hardly surprising. The rat bastard is getting what he richly deserves - that will teach him to sleep with the enemy.
Poyet Tries It On
That scum-sucker Poyet is hoping for a good reception from the Chelsea crowd tonight, saying that he expects this because he only left Chelsea because "they didn't want me any more". The fact that Chelsea had just offered him a one-year extension to his contract proves that he is a two-faced fucking liar, and immediately signing for shitty Tottenham proved that he is also an arsehole of the highest order. I hope he gets what he deserves if he dares to show his face at Stamford Bridge this evening. And don't anyone start with the "Gus was a good servant to the Club" routine, or I shall puke. Fuck off, Poyet. Baboso. Pendejo. Asesino. Chocha podrida. I will make you my bitch, Cachundo.
New Year Blues ?
A Happy New Year to all long-suffering fellow Chelsea fans. As you will know it's been a typical Chelsea Christmas period, with excellent wins against Bolton and Newcastle, a predictable defeat at Arsenal, winding up with an unfathomable loss against a shit team (I think even Southampton fans will have to agree with me there) who are "managed" by Gordon "Rumpelstiltskin" Strachan.
Now to more unsavoury matters. The so-called voice of reason otherwise known as that bastard Dr Les has sent me a letter so scandalously bereft of taste and decency that it will keep my lawyers busy for months just listing the slanders. I print it here purely so that my readers can form their own judgement as to his sanity, presuming that they have not done so months past. See you in court, Les, you muppet...
