16th May 2002 The problems have mainly been due to the fact that as the site does not make any money (i.e. it's independent), I have also to do a regular job to keep myself alive. I am finding this job more and more demanding of my time, so regrettably the site has to take second place on occasion. Unfortunately this also means that I have to increasingly rely on madmen like Dr Les to ensure the continuing success of the site. In spite of his constant carping and the abuse he heaps on me I would like to thank him for his fine contribution nonetheless. Thanks also to Klaus, my East Stand correspondent, who has turned in some fine articles this season, although he has been conspicuous by his absence over the past few weeks. I did receive a phone call from him as I was about to enter the ground at the Cup Final, so I know he's OK. Finally thanks to all those readers who have communicated with me since the beginning of the season. I appreciate the feedback I get, which is usually both positive and constructive. Sorry that I can't always reply in person due to the constraints on my time, but I appreciate the time and effort that goes in on your part. Please keep visiting over the close season as I will continue to comment here when news breaks of the inevitable transfers and sackings that will happen over the summer, as I'm sure will the noble doctor. Now, as promised: Dr Les has stirred himself from a drug-induced coma long enough to compose one of his famous tests. I urge all my readers to take this test, if only to convince themselves of Les' continuing mental problems. 13th May 2002 A pathetic performance from Chelsea that is probably best forgotten, as there's nothing to be gained by by focussing on the relative merits of the players now that there's nothing that can be done about it. Let's just thank our lucky stars that we support the most frustrating team in the world and look forward to Don Claudio guiding us to a magnificent Treble next season. I fear that he will have to change virtually the entire team to do it, but who cares ? As my chum Klaus once pointed out when I was whinging about Chelsea selling Tore Andre Flo, "As far as I'm concerned they could send 11 kangaroos out as long as they're wearing Chelsea shirts.." He has a point, don't you think ? Unfortunately a hectic work schedule has put paid to my plans to write about my day at the Cup Final - there seems little point now that nearly two weeks has passed, but if anyone is disappointed by this (which I doubt) at least I can offer you the thoughts of Dr Les, who can always be relied upon to provide some capital entertainment. This time he would like a word about Ray Parlour, Priesty, Ferguson, Jokanovic and Millwall Football Club, an eclectic but combustible mix. He has also promised to set us another "test" later in the week, as he "enjoyed the reaction from some of the muppets who visit your poxy site" when he did his last one. Be afraid... 7th May 2002 I am bloodied but completely unbowed after my day in Wales, and was pleasantly surprised by the facilities at the Millenium Stadium, although I would like to say a big "fuck you" to the sheep-molesting Cardiff fans (I believe they are called "jacks" in the local lingo) who attempted to spoil my day as I cruised the high street before the match. The worst part of the day by far was not the fact that I had to sit in the midst of a bunch of Arsenal fans, but that there was another Chelsea fan there who appeared to have injected the contents of a large packet of methamphetamine shortly before taking his seat, judging by his loudly-stated desire to lure all of the 30,000 Arsenal supporters in the ground, including women, into a fight ("sit down, you fucking gypsy cunts" was one classic). It was so relentlessly awful that I ended up planning murder, as did the few other Chelsea fans around. To their credit, the Arsenal lot just ignored the twat. Luckily the wanker left shortly after Arsenal's first goal, but not before we had been subjected to the worst kind of humourless, racist, nazi-style ranting that you could imagine for almost the entire game. April rants
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Dr Les Says Take The Test
I'd like to take the opportunity to thank all my readers for sticking with me through thick and thin this season. I've had problems updating as regularly as I would have liked, but I like to think that what has appeared has been of high quality (except, of course, for Dr Les' ravings).
Final Thoughts
Chelsea fans receive another slap in the face as the season draws to a close, courtesy of the 3-1 defeat of our team by Aston Villa in the last game of the season at Stamford Bridge. No disrespect to Villa but they are possibly the worst team in the Premiership not to be relegated, purely because of the fact that until recently they were managed by the World's Worst Manager, John Gregory, who has received his comeuppance now that he is languishing with his new team, the unfortunate Derby County, in the Premiership's dustbin, i.e. Nationwide League Division One. Could it be that Graham "Turnip-head" Taylor has turned Villa around so soon ? I doubt it, but we will see next season.
CFC Fall At Final Hurdle
A not entirely unpredictable defeat in the FA Cup Final at the hands of Arsenal FC means that Chelsea finish a disappointing season on a low note. In spite of Uncle Ken's protestations to the contrary, this cannot help but raise the stakes for poor old Claudio, remembering what happened to Vialli shortly after winning the Cup. I would not be surprised to see a few players on their way over the summer either, as they will not be wanting to be associated with a team that has failed to live up to expectations. Good riddance to them if that is their attitude.
