This pub is a sharp right out of West Kensington station for those of you who have often agonised over where to get some hearty tucker before freezing your nads off and catching piles from the lovely warm seats that adorn our temple to all that is good. We eventually did avail ourselves of some decent fayre in a bar a bit further down the North End Road, which we can recommend - the Seven Seas (or something with 7 in it anyway). Come on Priesty - give us the SP on the culinary hotspots of said road, after all, you have only lived there 72 years.

The clientele weren't that bad either, a mix-match of families and well behaved fans ready for some good clean entertainment or even to see Chelsea take on the dirty northern bastards. There was this group of four geezers in the pub who were having their dinner at the next table. They had all bet on the game, Hasselbaink to score first 85-0, that kind of thing. They had bet on the horses, which were being broadcast in the pub and they also played this silly game of betting with each other as to how many coins each had in their hands at any one given time!! One chap lost Ģ50.00 on one horse in one race alone. Now, add to that the Ģ33.00 premium ticket rate of the Leeds match! Can someone tell me where I am going wrong?

Bloated, we began our trundle towards the stadium. We would not see each other again until after the match. Tania was doing a spot of corporate entertainment. Her company, has a private box in the Galleria and she was on work duty entertaining two clients who, to add insult to her injury were Leeds fans. She likened the experience to watching a wide screen TV amplified by 1000 with an atmosphere negated by the same margin. She made polite conversation and made no bones as to where her loyalties lie without being rude. She can be a scary bird when she wants to be so I think they got the message. Dinner was laid on when she arrived, which she declined and there were half time drinks provided. She was outraged though when attempting to procure a half time pie, informed that this was a delicacy not available to those in the posh seats!

The Leeds fans have to be one of the most yobbish sets in the entire universe. They barracked Jimmy every time he went near the ball or even within earshot of them. They cried "Judas" and "greedy bastard" at him at every available opportunity. Obviously the Leeds populace have never entertained the notion of changing jobs for an increased financial reward, which probably accounts for why they are still all in Leeds. More money? "Nah, not for me mate - 'ahm 'appy reeght weir I am me. 'Ahm not moving owt of Leeds me, cos them down Lundun ave all got fancy ways and the dunt know nowt about pigeon fancying, them.

This game was never going to be a foregone conclusion. Chelsea moved well and the ball flowed effortlessly between the blue boys for the first 30 seconds or so; then it all started to go horribly wrong. Without European commitment and the ignominy of a defeat away to Southampton, Chelsea had all week to plan tactics in a pretty well uninterrupted training window. If this is what they turn in after all that, let's hope that when they go to the Valley next Saturday they will have been out on an all night bender with some children's television presenters or something.

Sam Dalla Bona was in magnificent form, his brief, which he executed to perfection, was to engage in some long ball link up play with Chelsea's latest signing, the invisible man, who dominated the left wing so outstandingly that Leeds felt him too pointless to mark. Equally, Dennis put the invisible man through a few times on goal but to no effect. Ranieri is really going to have to have words with him about his finishing.

The game was played entirely in the middle of the park; Carling Opta statistics put the percentage at 70% with Chelsea having a 17% to 13% advantage in the final quarter of the field distribution. When you add in that shots on target were given as Chelsea 6 and Leeds 4 you realise that this game was one of attrition rather than skill. The statistics also proved what we have all come to expect when the mighty Leeds play Chelsea; A total of 45 fouls were committed, Chelsea clocking up 16 of them and Leeds a staggering 29. It is only by the grace of God that 4 yellow cards were given to each team by top referee Mrs O'Leary.

Once Leeds scored, the Chelsea fan base came to life at last. The Leeds lot managed a chorus of the now familiar "Engerland! Engerland!" Oh how very innovative! What Leeds ought to realise is that just because their team is Anglophone that does not make them English, ergo, from Engerland. Lucas Radebe, Mark Viduka, Erik Bakke, Robert Molenaar, Olivia Dacourt and there must be a smattering a Paddies in there for good measure.

Anyway, we got one back and that was so sweet so suck that! I'm sure that David O'Dreary used his usual recording afterwards when talking to the reporters. I believe that it is now used as a sample on gay dance tracks 'they're young, they're hungry, they rise to the occasion'. Young - yes. Hungry - of course, this was a four 'o' clock kick off and they should have been having their teas at five sharp. Rise to the occasion - nuff said.

Anyway - I'm off now so that I get home in time for the Royle Family, which tonight has the following description next to it in the paper; "Jim and Nana fight over the use of the toilet." Nuff said.

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