The Vaudeville

I've been reminded of a chance meeting of late. About three years ago in Holborn I bumped into someone I hadn't seen for years and years. He was the husband of a friend of a woman I used to live with in the late 80s.

When that relationship detonated I lost touch with the whole crowd.

But as the bloke was an avid Chelsea supporter we had a chat about the football and were both pleased that Chelsea had won the title.

"It's all going to go Vaudeville," he said as the traffic rushed past. Well three years later. Chelsea have got rid of José Mourinho, the title winning boss and Avram Grant and now Luiz Felipe Scolari.

I have lost interest in the Chelsea project since José went. But the prediction is grimly true.

Matchday IX Post Mortem

The other side didn't turn up. We had a kick about amongst ourselves and I was having a laugh. Then went and did something odd to my left leg. I can't see me being part of Matchday X this Saturday.

I find this deeply depressing as the injury was sustained during an intra muros affair. But that's what happens to top flight athletes.

And that's what happens to the likes of me. Back to the swimming pool I guess.