So I repeat get out while you’re in one piece. There has to be something else on television? Or since you have so much time on your hands, maybe you could take a night course. Become a doctor? You could make something of yourself. Treat yourself to a dinner out. Colour your hair.
You’re not getting any younger. Can your mind and body really take the punishment that lies ahead?
As I’m writing this it’s still dark outside and it’s started to rain. Superstition is a soul eating, stroke inducing belief that grabs me with murderous intent on days like today. A mental thought pops into my head: “Is the rain a bad sign?”
I look superstition up in the dictionary. Superstition: “….belief that events can be influenced by supernatural forces”. Today I pray to any/every supernatural force/deity that will have me:
“PLEASE LET US BEAT UNITED!”
Remember that time we stuffed United 5-0 at home? That time I must have had every superstitious ritual down perfectly. I must have had the right underwear on, watched the game in a “ritual friendly” public house. How many drinks did I have? What did I have for breakfast? Believe me all these things can help. Tell me do you remember that game? Because I can’t! When that fifth goal flew into the back of the net…..I was unconscious. The wonders of alcohol. Every precious ritual was lost, lost in the void of my alcoholic daze.
But hey, why should we pray. We have a team “with a new steel” right? Ok, so our home record against the red scum is not good, certainly nowhere near as impressive as our away record at Old Trafford.
But this year, I honestly believe things are different.
Look at our determination and spirited performance away to Charlton last
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I also look to the supposed frailties that lurk at the heart of the Manchester defence, and the wonderful reception that Roy Keane is likely to receive which he will surely bite into and respond accordingly with frustration on the pitch.
But why even look at United. Let’s concentrate on us and our abilities. We have strength, pace, resilience, intelligence, power and Zola. Zola who is all these things in one and so much more. A squad who are now working for each other. A togetherness that surely gives us this “new steel” that Ken refers to.
So….put away the lucky heather, your four leaf clover, your rabbit’s foot, your lucky underwear etc. Do you really think these objects of power are needed?
Me? I’m going to pack the car, climb proudly into my new Chelsea away shirt, head for Stamford Bridge and give our players the support they deserve!
Top of the table come 22:00 hours!
Email me: stevefurlong@chelsea-mad.co.uk