The score should have been higher, but City's keeper kept their hopes alive with three excellent point-blank saves to deny Chelsea a convincing win. City threw caution to the winds late in the second half and launched a series of attacks, but their strike force - consisting of one Lee Mills, who is surely moonlighting from his main job giving children rides on Blackpool pleasure beach - let them down. Even the introduction of the awful Lobbie Brake when Mills went off for a rub down and nosebag failed to halt City's inevitable slide down the Premiership. No disrespect to Bradford, who just don't have the resources needed to stay in the Premiership in this day and age. It wasn't so long ago that Chelsea were in the same position, so I remember well how it feels.

Full marks to City's fans, though, who sang and urged their team on right up to the final whistle, providing a stark contrast to the moaning, whinging section of the home crowd, who were even complaining when we were one nil up. It must be nice to believe you know everything about football, but I'm sorry to have to tell you that Chelsea, just like any other team of class players, can only play superb passing football when playing against teams who allow open play, or who are not good enough to stop them playing their natural, flowing game.

In other words, you squawking popinjays, it's nigh on impossible to play great football against teams like Bradford City, whose one aim is to stop teams better than themselves from doing just that, unless you get a bit of luck and can break them early in the game. Having played out of their skins on Wednesday night against Feyenoord, you'd think that the moaners would have had something to cheer the team on about, but they were even complaining then..

Luckily they missed the last fifteen minutes, where Bradford almost scored from numerous corners, because they'd fucked off home, just like they did on Wednesday night as soon as Chelsea scored their third goal. Loyal, knowledgeable supporters: don't you just love 'em. This will have to suffice as a match report, as I'm so disgusted with the behaviour of my fellow "fans" that my first reaction is to want to jack the whole thing in. Fortunately I'm a stubborn bastard who refuses to give in to arseholes, so no doubt my usual enthusiasm will return in due course.