Anxiety? Not needed.
A pulsating showcase, carefully imagined by Andre Villas-Boas and anchored by the irresistible
Didier Drogba, sees our beloved Chelsea into the knockout stages of the Champions League once
again. As group winners, too, no less. This, my friends, was a night to cherish.
Happiness is a warm brace
What to say, what to say.
Is there a rule in sport which stipulates the appropriate duration for touching a teammate's
ass? Whatever it may be, Frank Lampard crossed the line. There's no such thing as an appropriate
pat-and-slide. That ventures into a 'caress'.
Really it's not that bad, though, and it's purely a ruse: Where's the footage of Branislav
Ivanovic having his ass continually kissed by the trainer who was rubbing down his thigh with some
sort of lotion?
There's nothing signed and sealed at the moment but it's fair to say there has been dialogue
(with Chelsea). I've got to be up front and tell you, as I always do, and that's the situation.
Those are the key words, straight from the mouth of Bolton manager Owen Coyle.
