I’m so disappointed, even though I knew this was a long shot. Chelsea tied 1-1 against Bolton, while the fervent Manchester United won their game 2-0 against Wigan. I was in pin and needles the whole game, and not having and nails to bite due to a self manicure last night, I resorted to biting my cuticles for the entire length of the game.
Chelsea lost captain John Terry in the 9th minute of the game with an injury stemming from a knee to the ribs that put the captain on his back, carried by the medics team from the field. But he was back proving nothing can stop this man from being with his team in time of difficulty. Manchester United scores in the 32nd minute of the game, yielding great roars from their fans at Waxy’s. They feel confident. Their team is way ahead of its game.
In the 39th minute, Ashley Cole gets a foot to the knee where the opponent gets a Yellow card. Chelsea holds 80% possession throughout the entire game and several attempts at goal, with Bolton refusing to give into the force coming at them from the blue players. It was a ping pong game. This is a disaster I think to myself, and several “Fuck!(s)” afterwards I realize how much I was saying the F word, holding my breath for a goal.
Half time passes and the teams return to the field. Within the first minute Chelsea attempt at goal by Malouda gets blocked by the goal keeper and the ball hits the post. Bolton does a good job at keeping the ball at bay from their goal, pretty much staying on the defense the entire game, which is smart knowing Chelsea’s hunger for scoring goals and winning games.
Drogba walks off the field limping in the 52nd minute due to an injury. This is very, very bad. Joe Cole, the new star, persists on passing the ball without thinking, too rushed, goes too long for most passing attempts. Finally at the 61st minute, Schevcheko scores a goal, getting Chelsea a 1-0 lead.
Cuticle biting increases, ManU is 1-0, Chelsea 1-0, cigarette smoking goes up, and my buzz has finally started to make it self apparent at my second Bloody Mary. I’m getting distracted by the footballers’ nice asses, but that’s neither here nor there. The cameras keep sweeping the screen to capture the reaction of new coach Avram Grant, who personally is just hideous to look at, and given today’s performance, makes me miss the days of Jose Mourinho.
In the 72nd minute, Joe Cole gets substituted by Obi Mikel and I think, “what has happened to our star?” I had been hoping for a stellar performance by Cole who has received the Chelsea Player of the Year award for 2008. In the 79th minute, ManU scores yet again with a goal by Giggs at which point I’ve moved onto screaming “Motherfucker” as I hear the game from the bathroom stall. Bolton didn’t let up, and tried to score only to be blocked by a beautiful save by Petr Cech. But ManU’s game belonged to Rooney-the animal, as I know call him. Wigan plays for their life, attempting to keep the fierce red team from the goal all the while trying to score.Bolton scores a goal in the 92nd minute against Chelsea, ending my dreams. What an upset. Manchester United goes to winning their 10th Premier League Title.
PS: I hate Cristiano Ronaldo of ManU. He’s such a cocky bastard, I am positive he’s got a tiny penis.
No worries though. May 21st, Chelsea goes against ManU for the Champions League Final in Moscow. Of course, I’ll be at work, but in any case, I still love this team, and look forward to future games. GOOOOO CHELSEA!
