the Blues EPL Season 07/08.
Because it's almost May 11th.
It comes with a pang of excitement, a dash of the dexterous lads and whams! (what I call it, heh) when Petr goes all out for a fine save. You say: football purists like stylish play. I say: getting it done, consistency and yes, occasional style the lads bring. Perhaps not as beautiful as the Gunner's game, or the Devils-- and I ain't going to name the Scouse cunts because the team consists of Fernando and Babel. Only. Kops aside! It's nice to look back at what the lads have done. September's non-glorifying days of the Special One's exit, our loss to Aston Villa by 2-0, drawing with who-the-fuck-are-they Rosenborg 0-0 in the Champions League early fixtures. Sort of embarrassing, it is. A little. But then again, the months pass by-- and the Toad (what most avid Blues call Avram, righteous) has lead us to some great victories. Despite scaring kids (cough, and adolescents) with his death looks, and nervy line-ups (cue: Carling Cup defeat's first eleven) and the Barnsley loss. The Malouda-Didier-Anelka up top. You know, the kind of chemistry he thinks(!) exist that only allows even more beer-bellied fat fucks to chant curses to the Toad. Know what! Personally.. I think the lads picked up the pieces and did it by themselves with class. Matches to prove so: the 2-0 win (and 4-4 draw at White Hart Lane) at the Bridge; because Spurs brings out the best in us, and I love Robbie Keane-- the 2-1 triumph against counterpart top-fours(!): United and the Gunners. The 6-0 thumping of Manchester City late in November, the 6-1 merciless romp against the Rams (shameful Derby County), but anything lower than 5-0 is actually immoral. Frankie bagged four and the record of highest goals scored by a midfielder in one match. The fine, stellar saves of hybrid Petr Cech: the double simultaneous save against Fabre-gay's efforts at the Bridge (or is it Emirates, can't recall, but hey!) and remains my favorite out of all the lads. Michael B, or Sexy Number Thirteen-- good Lord, amazing with Essien and headers. The wrought iron duo at the back, Terry and Carvalho. Who's done more than possible. And Didier, for waking up. Kalou and Joe Cole! For blatant chemistry, and Joseph John's best season so far. Frankie, for occasionally handing out awe-inspiring crosses. Best lad, hands down: backbone of the Blues, JT. And Cech, if it wasn't for the injuries, he'd outshine David James. The one goal, the one(!)-- Shevchenko's curve stunner against Spurs in the FA Cup. Links after the jump. Blues fans, with/without the trophy-- be proud already, lucky cunts!
[MUSIC] Down To The Bone - Funkin' Around
The goal: #7. Reasons why Petr is the best of the League: #1. And Petr in his youth? Oh. My. Lord. Watch: #1. Blues aside, the Castro I love too much for words went out from Idol. Damn it. I loved "I Shot The Sheriff"!
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