After Ray Wilkins got unexpectedly booted from being the cornerstone and unofficial mascot for The Pride of London, the club’s performance dwindled dramatically. The 3 strikers all seemed to gain 10 years in age and 10 tons in weight, the midfield was a lethargic mess and the boys in the back were just flat out depressing. The Blues had lost their steam.
They spent close to a month and a half drawing and losing – mostly losing – and after being reamed royally by their fellow Londoners and then bested by the relatively useless Wolves, they finally woke up.
The Ipswich Town 7-0 thrashing seemed a little wanting for celebration. It began to gain validity after the same little team from a littler town beat Arsenal in their Carling Cup fixture. Then they went and hammered 2 goals, conceding none, against the Rovers and the skeptics still maintained smug indifference and arched eyebrows. I admit, I too was uncertain – in my super-fandom and all.
But this changed after seeing the whipping the Wanderers received tonight.
Four nil, with a few very near additions(including that last minute thump by Anelka), it almost feels like they’ve gotten back into their lane. Continue reading