Chelsea started off badly, tailed off a bit towards the middle, and the less said about the end the better...

I'm not sure how to describe the match, really. Basically, we let in three joke goals from stupid mistakes, and they didn't.

You can't take it away from Wimbledon, they were organised and looked like they believed in what they were doing, and we didn't. Vialli was either shite or was marked out of the game, whichever way you choose to look at it, and the only player who shone was Hughes, he was absolutely brilliant - HTBUW, keen, fast, lovely touches and lay-offs.

There's me slagging Minto on Friday, and he goes and scores a cracker the next
day ! AND at least two of his passes got to one of our players.
Funny old game...

Blokes next to me in the crowd dept:

"Fuck off back to Italy, Vialli, you two-bob slag"
"Give the ball to Popescu (sic), he wants it"
"Why is that useless cunt Newton on the park ?"
etc. etc. ad nauseam. Why do I always get them ?

The ref was our old chum Elleray, I timed 1 min 35 seconds before the old "referee's a wanker" chant went up, cracking. To be fair to him (!) he was only mildly crazed, at least we got a pen. When Ruudi's goal was disallowed by the linesman, Johnnie S ran 30 yards to remonstrate, only he forgot to stop, charged into the poor bastard and sent him reeling back over the dog track - I held my breath waiting for the inevitable sending off, but Elleray never even booked him.

Vialli's penalty was bizarre - he gently chipped the ball at the keeper, who caught it on the line, end of story we thought. The collective groan was awful to hear. Next thing we knew, a Chelsea player had grabbed the ball off the keeper and charged back to the centre spot. It slowly dawned on us that we'd scored, but no-one cheered, it was too late.

Very strange game: pain, frustration, unforgivable mistakes leading to pointless goals, unintentional comedy, does it sound familiar ? Welcome back, Chelsea.

Still looking forward to Saturday and Totshite, Upper tier front row, we'll fuckin' kill 'em. Er, probably.

Tannoy announcements:
"Mr so-and-so in the West Stand: Congratulations, you're the father of twins" (Whole crowd applauds)
"Congratulations Mr so-and-so in the North Stand, you're the father of a baby boy" Good to know people have got their priorities right, innit ? ;-)