Below are selected exerpts from my 2003-2004 Chelsea diary. To read this season's full diary, click here

V Arse Champions League Tuesday April 6th

Bloody bloody hell. How about that then eh? What a brillinat second half performance against the Gooners. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha (the ravings of a very pleased but slightly mad man) And…and it pains me to say this….the Tinkerman, Claudio Ranieri, who I have wished to be replaced all season (and the season before that…and the season before that) tinkered to perfection. He actually got it right. After we were under the cosh in the first half but were still in it being one down after Reyes' added on time goal ("it doesn't matter at all does it because we had to score one anyway so it's meaningless that goal' shouted the strange bloke with the Cfc scarf tied round his head) I would never have taken Scott Parker off. But Ranieri did and it was inspired. The Gronk, who he put on in Parker's stead, pinned Ashley Cole back in his own half and with his mazy runs was actually excellent! And the Arse began to look very very tired. When the superb Frankie Lampard, who was magnificent, scored the first Cfc goal on the 52nd minute, after an inspired Makelelelelelelele shot, I began to think that we looked to be gaining the upper hand, but banished those thoughts as foolish. We were playing Arsenal after all -unbeaten in the league all season and with the great Thierry Henry. I mean ok he was looking a bit out of sorts, but he was likely to suddenly swing his foot and bam 2-1 to them. So I was trepidatious. Then I began to get a bit scared. We were the much better team! The Arse looked exhausted. Might we grab another one? Super Frankie Lampard hit a swerving screamer just wide. Joe Cole came on for a weary Duffer (who should have scored in the first half after a brilliant dribbling run) and with a brilliant piece of jiggery pokery beat two and centred and the ball came back to the clever in form Eidur G and Ashley Cole was forced to clear off the line. 'Oh God! I think we're going to beat em!' I dared to presume! And then the wonderful Eidur one-two with the effervescent Wayne Bridge and his sweet left footer into the corner. Three minutes to go. 'Well because we've got two away goals they'll have to score two now in three minutes which is very unlikely but you never know with the Arsenal do you' said the strange be-scarffed shell -suited man who Ron next to me wanted to hit.
One minute of added on time. We all stood there in ecstasy. The Gooner fans left in droves. The first win against them by us in 17 matches. Wow. It felt good. It felt fabulous. I realised I was exhausted with cheering.
My major memory of the on-pitch celebrations was William Gallas who was a giant that night, running from the centre circle at full tilt towards the fans below us (we were peculiarly in the Upper Tier with a small ramp of Cfc fans all cordoned off from the Arsenal fans by a policeman sitting at the end of each row) and when he got there just stopping. He clearly wanted to embrace someone, all of them possibly, but was then struck by the impossibility of his task, or the fact he didn't know the man in the front row who he was about to hug, or perhaps he just wanted the proximity. Regardless of his motives, he just stood there quivering in the moment, his hands clenched, until a steward, aware of the Chelsea fans straining for physical contact, suggested he move a little further away.
When I got back I watched the game again on the ITV highlights and was overcome by the sight of Claudio, who has clearly resurrected his career now that Sven has pledged his future to England, celebrating each goal with a fervour and emotion that created a lump in my throat. His reaction at the final whistle makes me emotional just thinking about it. Here was a man who has clearly been humiliated by all the shenanigans of the last few weeks who has been bewildered, enraged, exasperated by the inability of his team ever to beat the dreaded Arse. He knew how much everyone wanted to win this. How much the fans and the players wanted it; and how much he wanted it. It shoved a couple of fingers at Roman Abramovic and Peter Kenyon. It was great. I suspect he''ll be back in the driving seat and won't be given the push in the summer. This will mean I'll have to bite my tongue when he farts about with the team or tries to defend a one nil lead. But I have to admit he got the players exactly in the right frame of mind and physical condition to win on Tuesday. You could tell by the way the players reacted in front of us at the end of the game that was a big big result for all of them. Even the laconic Jimmy Floyd Wotsit was there embracing and patting for all his worth. And I'm forced to admit it, he tried his socks off on Tuesday. And looked good as a result. Why can't he play like this all the time? Phew.

4th April.

1-0 at Spurs yesterday. A stuttering unfluent performance against a Spurs side who don't believe in themselves and should have scored at least twice. Amidst all the media love for Ranieri which has obscured his abilities as a manager, this was still a typically scrappy away performance with the usual last fifteen minute 'hanging on by our boot-starps' defending a 1-0 lead when we have it in our ability to put the opposition out of their misery very early on. As one Spurs fan mate put it 'You're just a lousy defensive grab it on the break side aren't you? I thought you were better than that.' And yet we won again. And again Ranieri took off the best player, who this time was Scott Parker, on the 70 minute mark, and put an out of sorts Joe Cole on in his place, and allowed Spurs to camp in our half till the final whistle. Crespo swapped with the strangely more impressive Jimmy Floyd Doodah (who scored again! 13 goals in 16 appearences verus Tottenham) and was his most headless chickenist. So. Tuesday looms and the second leg of the Champions League with the Arse is on everyone's mind. I'm afraid I can't see us beating them. But then they lost to United yesterday and we haven't had a goal against us away in the Champions' league this season. My fingers are well and truly in knots. (ps Dennis Wise today steered Millwall to the Cup Final and Europe. I must admit I felt a lump in my throat. Good luck to him . What a player. He never gave the ball away.)

23rd March.

Ho hum. It's been some time since I stuck in a few observations about my beloved team for which I apologize to anyone who regularly reads my scribblings. However as I'm convinced that no-one at all ever reads this rubbish it doesn't matter whether I put in an entry or not! But here's one nonetheless.

Nothing much has changed. We grab victories by the skin of our teeth (Man City away). We ludicrously defend 1-0 away leg scores (Stuttgart) ; we lose to Arsenal cluelessly, not looking as if we'll ever beat them. Jimmy Floyd Hasselbaink wanders about applauding everyone as he fails to anticipate a centre pinged in his direction, or loses possession when he actually never had the ball under control in the first place.

Claude Makelele has got worse and worse, reaching a ridiculous level of uselessness when he gave the ball away eleven times in the first ten minutes versus Stuttgart away. At least our esteemed genial manager Claudio Ranierei has given him the rest he requested. (Apparently he dislikes playing so frequently and can't stand the weather).

Crespo weaves intricate patterns in and out of the oppo's defence but hardly seems to touch the ball. Mutu is a jack in the box of activity and deserves the highest praise for his efforts, but misses too many obvious chances. He just cannot cope with a one on one with the goalkeeper and panics!

Gallas is back at right back and hates it, preferring his Centre half role (which he is good at, but not as good as he could be) Which means the dubious Marcel Desailly is back (one horrendous first half display versus Watford in the FA Cup cast doubt on his ever playing for the Blues again) next to the outstanding JT (John Terry).

Frank Lampard looks tired and loses possession too much. (It was interesting watching the great Dennis Wise playing for Millwall the other day against Tranmere in the FA Cup. He found a player with every pass. He didn't give the ball away). On the plus side, as well as JT obviously, and the ever improving Wayne Bridge, and a seemingly in form Eidur, the Duffer is back, post injury. He played excellently in the first half against the Cottagers on Saturday and scored a good goal. He was scheming and skilful and direct. As long as Claudio doesn't put him at central midfield all will be well. Why put your best most incisive player in a position that he isn't used to, I hear you ask? Well unfortunately that is what Claudio does. He did it against Fulham. Damian was superb so he puts him in a defensive role in the second half and takes off the Gronk, who was surprisingly competent in the first half. I did my usual 'who was the best player in the first half, therefore who will he take off first' thing with the people I sit with. 'Gronkjaer' was the reply. And lo and behold, the Gronk who beat people all over the place and actually crossed to other players, was the first off. He didn't even last the first half! And so we defended 2-1 for the whole of the second half. Tedious or what! Ok we prevented Fulham from having hardly any shots on goal, but we were subjected to the usual nail biting in the last fifteen minutes as we defended too deep and hacked and hoofed the ball upfield. Oh it was so dull. And yet we are second in the league.

So why am I moaning? I'm moaning because I'm not enjoying watching them or Claudio's farting about. Surely the thing to do is put out your best team. He doesn't know what his best team is. Or reward good performances. Last week Joe Cole came on against Bolton and was excellent. Does he get a start this week? Does he fuck! He comes on late in the second half and is ok. Is he being rested for the Arsenal Champions' League game? Who knows? I'm on an internet team prediction sweep stake with 21 others trying to predict the team Claudio will pick. Only three people have predicted the team all season. He doesn't pick consistently you see. I can forecast the Arsenal team better than the team I watch every week because Wenger plays his best team and allows the opposition to cope with that. Ranieiri looks at the oppo and picks his team to stifle them! I know he's an Italian manager and Italians like defending but it's not attractive stuff.

I'm sorry to be a gloom and doom merchant but we'll lose both legs 2-1 and have a new manager come the summer. I don't like him. 'We're not good enough' he says when asked about whether we can beat the Arse. I don't want to hear that. I want to go to see them on Wednesday and next week and believe we might get a result. Otherwise why are we bothering to turn up?

27th Dec.

Hmm. It's all gone pear shaped as I think most people who support the Blues feared it would. A draw versus Leeds, losses against Villa, Bolton and Charlton. In between a scrappy win against Fulham. The holes in defence and attack were there for all to see: Crespo trying to be too clever, Mutu getting deeper and deeper and almost playing midfield, Makelele giving the ball away too much, Desailly just not being very good. Even John Terry making uncharacteristic mistakes, But the worst culprit is Jimmy Floyd Hasselbaink who is now an object of derision. His performance against Charlton on Saturday was painful to behold. The crowd were amusing amidst the anxiety.

'Fuck off Jimmy'

'Send him off Ref. Please.'

'Jimmy. Poke yer toe in a bit would you?

'Just make a fucking effort would you Hasselbaink'

'For fuck's sake Ranieri get the cunt off ' etc etc

It doesn't make Ranieri look good either playing someone who is so clearly completely out of touch. And also not subbing him. He's now like the crap player in the playground who keeps getting in the way. Also we're all bemused as to why he insists on picking Desailly instead of Gallas who has been performing far better. Desailly yesterday against Charlton was asleep for several of the corners and at fault for 2 of the goals.

Leeds was the first disappointment. We never do well there. (To be fair we won a couple of seasons ago when Jon Harley scored) but this was a must win game for me, to see whether Ranieri could make up for last year's dismal display against them. This year Leeds were almost down and out, being in the bottom three and on the verge of administration with a caretaker manager. Eveybody else was beating them. But our attitude was wrong. It was a feeble effort. Then the very average display against Bolton where we should have scored five in the first twenty minutes, only managed one and then their only attack of the first half resulted in a goal. By the second half we had completely run out of ideas, and the manager couldn't supply a solution. Terry's last minute own goal was bad luck, but ludicrous given our superiority in the first half. This was the old Chelsea again that we thought we wouldn't see again with all these world class stars. Then the Worthington Cup Villa performance was equally below par, with players bumping into each other not sure of where they should be playing.

It looks to me alarmingly as if we've been sussed and the opposition has worked out how to play us. Work hard at breaking us down, defend deep, knowing we won't score with our feeble goal shy strikers, and then pump high crosses into the box. Old aggressive tactics guaranteed to put it up the 'fancydan' continental opposition. This sounds exactly like what happened when Vialli was manager. The clubs worked us out!

Fulham was a more organized performance, and I'm sure that Jimmy FHdohhh not playing made a difference. But Charlton went for us and never looked like losing. Eidur Gudjohnson looked good for us as a second half sub, but that he was the only redeeming feature. A feeble disorganized load of poo.

Portsmouth tomorrow. What joy of selection will Ranieri spring onus? Will the lethargic hippy-like Stanic make a reappearance? Will Jimmy FHDohhh be dropped? Will Desailly continue his galumphing? Watch this space.

11th Nov.

I've been having a bet on the internet with a group of lawyer friends about what Ranieri's choice of team would be. We've been doing this since the beginning of the season. Every game, be it Champions' League or Premiership or League Cup. No one up until the Lazio away game on Tuesday had got it right, and at a quid a time, the pot stood at £150.

However, on Tuesday, seven of us got it right. Because.......Claudio Ranieri picked the best team! And then he confused us all by picking the same team for Sunday versus Newcastle!!!! The result: nine goals in two games. A remarkable four nil victory in Rome and then a five nil trouncing of the 'Toon' at the Bridge today which reduced Bobby Robson at the post match interview to a gabbling wreck. His team had been well and truly stuffed. As were Lazio. Ranieri actually played Duff on the left wing in both games rather than in the centre of midfield where he isn't as effective, and he rewarded his manager by playing out of his skin for both fixtures scoring two great individual goals.The team which we hope Ranieri will not fart about with, is, to us lot on the web, and to a large number who've been watching the Blues this season, obvious.

They are the best players:

  • Cudicini: superb on Tuesday making vital saves
  • Johnson: great first goal today and an all round excellent performance
  • Gallas: slightly worried about his fitness but he seems to be ok
  • Terry: he is a colossus in defence
  • Bridge: who I doubted at first but gets better and better
  • Makelele: he is brilliant just in front of the defence
  • Lampard: having the season of his career
  • Veron: quicksilver pace and speed of thought but still gives the ball away too much
  • Mutu: we love him coz he never ever stops running and trying and is highly skilfull
  • Crespo: improving all the time though a tendency to try and showboat a bit
  • Duff: who is wonderful, and for whom the song by Labi Siffre must catch on ('It must be Duff Duff Duff')

Team of the month

In this form I defy anyone to stand in their way. Gudjohnson comes on and is terrific. As is the Gronk. And there is no place for the lazy man with the huge arse, Hasselbaink (Hurrah! about bloody time!).

Remarkable. They're getting better and better. I love it when they're this good.

28th Oct.

The Lazio game was a revelation. When he doesn't fart about the ever more endearing Ranieri gets it right.

We were better than Lazio - who were a skilful team themselves - all through the match. Incisive, clever fluent passing with Makelele doing his clearing up work just in front of the defence. Very very impressive. Veron still gives the ball away too much but seemed a yard faster. He sees things so quickly. And Mutu the effervescent, the wriggling, the nuisance, the darting runner, dragging opponents hither and thither, was a delight. Mutu the ever impressive was a handful of handfuls and fully deserved his goal.

Contrast this performance with the odd fits and starts perf at the Arse where I know Ranieri was hampered by playing Melchiot and Huth (pronounced 'Hoot') instead of Terry and Gallas who were both injured. But he insisted on playing the marvellous Duff who should be on the left wing always, in midfield. Compare the attitude of the two managers: Wenger at 1-1 takes off midfield and brings on forwards: Kanu and Bergkamp. He wants to win. Ranieri at seventy minutes decides he wants the draw and is about to bring on Stanic (oh God) when Cudicini lets the ball between his legs and it's 2-1. Ranieri then sends the erratic bizarrely bottomed Jimmy Floyd H on who pisses about to no purpose and the game dribbles away to the taunts of the 'Highbury Library' ('you've never won the title' and 'you'll never beat the Arsenal' being the most pleasant).

Then after the brilliance of Lazio the slight disappointment of the Man City game where we could've lost and just weren't hitting the passes sweetly enough. It was messy eg: Joe Cole who started a home game for the first time, was played out of position and was occasionally excellent but could've been better. Not to take anything away from a vastly improved Man City side (we beat em 5-0 last year), but ours was a fits and starts performance. And Jimmy Floyd Strange Arse pratted about again (in the team coz Crespo was injured), but scored after the great Mutu had mesmerised em on the wing and it inadvertently struck James F-H-Arse on the shin and went in.

So Notts County on Wed. Will he put out a reserve side? What is a reserve side nowadays? Baba? Stanic? Veron possibly? Melchiot? Petit? Gudjohnson? Or will it be the real reserve side? Oliveira? Keenan? Etc.

Everton Saturday will be a good test and then it's Lazio in Rome. Heady days.

6th Oct.

So. Two very uninspiring performances for the blue boys and yet only one defeat and third position in the league with a game in hand. Looks good!

What can we say so far about the Roman Legion? The Russian Revolution?

Well it's revealed to me that Jimmy Floyd Hasselbaink shouldn't ever be picked again. I now hate him. For being feeble and sulky last year and falling over and lolling about with his hands on his hips and doing what I can't stand with footballers, particularly ones who are on £60,000 a week, not making any effort. And then this year when his place was in doubt, making an effort and looking good again. But then in the last two games, being crap again and being sulky again. Aaaargh. I HATE HIM. Sell him asap.

It's Chelski has also revealed that Ranieri the manager, for all his charm now that he's learnt a sort of English - a strange poetic highly sporting English. Magnanimous in defeat and victory - is still as weird as last year with his team selections and substitutions. Not to start with Duff in the Champions League game versus Besiktas was ridiculous. And to play three centre halves confused everyone, especially Desailly, Gallas and Terry, the three centre halves. And then to take off two forwards when we're losing two nil was just daft. Gronkjaer crossing for the diminutive Joe Cole had me punching my own head in disbelief.

And on Sunday versus Boro, in the second half, he just leaves it while we're playing like pooh and escapes by the skin of his teeth by a bit of brilliance from Duff and Crespo. No I am not happy with the manager. Remember. This is the man who played De Lucas and Stanic last year. And Jokanovic the year before that. These players are all capable of reducing grown men to tears. We must seriously doubt Ranierei's abilities as a manager. Bring on whoever. If it's Eriksson so be it. I do not want the quaint Italian any longer. So there.

2nd Sept.

Ye Gods. What a bizarre time to be a Chelsea supporter. Bizarre but wonderful. I've seen all the games so far this season and it's an electrifying atmosphere. However. I'm convinced it'll take the team some time to settle down into a coherent unit. And I'm also convinced the manager will not be around for long.

He still does his silly substitutions. eg Saturday he took off dangerous Duff and replaced him with a midfielder, pedantic Petit (who was actually quite good, altho singled out by Flitcroft for some fisticuffs). And then he removed the brilliant effervescent speedster Mutu (who will be the top scorer in the Premiership this season), who was clearly the best player on the pitch, with fifteen minutes to go. The whole game fizzzled out with his exit. Why take off the best player you might ask. Me too!!!

And Ranieri's team selection beggars belief. Mind you, when you've got one of the most expensive sides in the world at your disposal it gets hard to see who you'll leave out. But he must play two wingers. Or at least have one in the team and one on the bench. Gronkjaer is a very quick option to open up defences. Ok he finds it difficult to cross the ball, but he's a genuine pace merchant. (At least the other expensive winger Bolo Zenden, an £8 million player whose first touch would have shamed a sealion, has gone on loan to Middlesborough).

Hasselbaink, having been the great whinger and moaner and faller over last season, is now trying his little white socks off. But Gudjohnson looks very off the pace. Veron is interesting. Great skill,but gives the ball away too much. Bridge is just not good enough defending. Le Saux was a far superior footballer. But Bridge is young.

How long will Joe Cole cope with brief cameos as a seven minute sub? Lampard is getting better and better. But where will he go when all the new signings are all present and correct? Desailly looks too slow now. Gallas should be partnering Terry.

Marvellous times. But if the results go against the Boys in Blue, how long before it all changes? Oh the excitement!

August 2003

Blimey! What's all this Chelski business eh? Should we Cfc fans be rejoicing at new owner Russian Abramovich's largesse? Of course we should! New signings means we'll have competition for places and classier players than some of the substandard under-performers manager Ranieri shoved out at us last year.

Who can forget the talentless blond haired dick Enrico De Lucas whose staggeringly inept performance at Leeds would have graced the Chiswick and District League division 11. And then there was the pouting mincing faller over Jimmy Floyd Hasselbaink himself who managed to 'phone it in' for the whole of the season and was the man for whom the two words 'fucking' and 'useless' were meant.

And then there's 'Bolo' Zenden, who must be the only eight million pound player who actually can't control the ball. One touch, and there it is bouncing away from him like he's got size nineteen clown's shoes.

And of course 'beep beep Road Runner' Gronkjaer, the fastest runner in the Premiership, but hasn't learnt the art of crossing yet. And the strange permanently shagged out looking Mario Stanic for whom the simplest pass seems an effort of enormous proportions.

All of this lot must see second team footer looming (thankfully De Lucas has gone. And so has very slow ' scragger' Jodi Morris, who having lost his pace used to cling on to opponents and was amazed when penalised. He has clearly found his level at Leeds. 'Tee hee' is all I can say, knowing, as we do, how bad he can be.)

And how about Ranieri himself? Will he last long now that he will have several stars to choose from? I suspect not. Any man who can include the appalling duck like Jokanovic in his team must be doubted as sane let alone a Premiership manager. Grown men would blub when Jokanovic's name was read out on the Tannoy. Many were driven to utter the words' I fucking hate you Jokanovic' as he got caught in possession once again. And any manager who could take off a striker and try to defend nil nil against United as he did last year must have a large question mark over him. Ferguson's eyes lit up and blam. Forlan and 1-0.

The jury is still out.

But an interesting season no doubt. And a season that promises much as opposed to a season where Bates would've had to sell Terry, Gallas, Gudjohnson, and of course Zola, which he managed to do because he offered him so little initially.

I'm certainly looking forward to it. And to whoever else we purchase. I reckon Veron or Emerson. And Christian Vieri. Ah bliss!

A few pictures of Chelsea legends from the recent past



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