It was really coming down as I sat in the dugout at Camp Nou. To be honest I wasn’t expecting a lot from the game. Barca did us 4-0 at our place before Christmas and Jay was out with a hamstring strain for this one, too.
So I’m sitting there asking myself ‘how the hell is Cisse getting a run-out for this lot?’. League and cup champions. Four minutes later the boy’s hit a 25-yard bullet into Greeno’s top-left corner. Man alive, does Greeno take his time reacting to shots from distance. To stand any chance of getting to the ball, the lad needs about three-days’ warning.
Ched was well off his game that night. Not sure what’s got into him. There were a few rumours in the tabloids about him back in London last weekend. Some pap got a couple shots of him walking out of China Whites with Chantelle from Big Brother. She’s married to that Alex bloke who was married to Jordan. The geezer’s a cage fighter or something. By all accounts Ched was shitting himself. Fair enough in my book, I heard this Alex was an animal. Big Andy Carroll (BAC) said he’d have a word for Ched. Try and clear the whole thing up. (I think BAC fancied his chances. He is a big boy, but I’m not so sure.)
Couldn’t buy a win the past month. Athletic at home, Zaragoza away both draws. Barca have caught us. Now lying second, with Valencia right on our backs. Got Sociedad Saturday night, need a big game from the boys. Eboue’s out with a knock and all. The French Lad went through him in training. Dozy prat. Geezer’s 38 and can’t understand why he’s not starting every week. Docked him a week’s wages for that. Between me and you, he’s never playing for us again. And he can kiss that international call-up goodbye, too. Was never getting one anyway. He knows Bacary’s my boy.
