Its been coming really. After all the big talk, all the boastings, the blue half of London came and pinned us deep into the ground mercilessly. No need to go too detail about the game really. Put it simply as Men against Boys. We were outplayed from start to finish. So what if we started the first 20 minutes the better? So what if we dominated possession? The fact of the matter is, Chelsea had our numbers even before the game started. They know, we always start games brightly. They know, against that defence Drogba would always have chances. They know, with they can always dominate us physically. And more importantly, they know, that man to man, they are miles better then us. And with a manager as astute tactically as Ancelotti giving orders from the touchline, we had no chance.
Honestly I didn’t have any hope on us winning the match. The best I think we can achieve is a draw, and that was based on the win we got against Ancelotti’s Millan two years back. How foolish I am to think that we can get the same result as that eh? The Chelsea we saw on Sunday worked totally in a different sphere then the team that the manager claims is ‘special’. Thank you for making me believes in that nonsense Arsene.
I cant see anything special from a performance as abject as that.
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