Ahead Of Our Trip To Stamford Bridge…

It doesn't matter whether the night before I drank the local dry or was tucked up by ten o'clock with a hot mug of cocoa, I wake up too bloody early on the morning of a big game and can't go back to sleep again. As I'm lying in bed, telling my brain to switch off again so I can sleep, I play out scenario after scenario of how the day could go.