Sat with the heavily laden
In the seats who were doing their nut
I joined in a right castigating
Of our team who looked more stuffed than us.
We were cursing the ref and his linesman
For failing to book Heskey twice
Seemed the Villa might end up with eight or nine men
As yellow card stood out proud in the night.
Angry? Would be putting it mildly
We’d hardly a shot in first half
Even pen given to us was a travesty
By a ref set on having a laugh.
Their pen was nailed on, we can have no complaints
So at one all we started again
And Villa, who’d previously struggled away
Looked more likely to be winning this game.
After the break we were sleeping once more
As Hesky’s nut made it one two
Then hip flask’s were supped by a crowd in up roar
Who decided to turn on The Blues.
Then The Drog who’d been somewhat lambasted
For moaning non stop at the ref
Put his foot through the round thing and blasted
Us level with Villa again.
Our skipper came up to add credence
To an out of sorts languid attack
So with minutes to go we were leading
Till the hard working Villa fought back.
On leaving the scene of a six cracking goal spree
I was texted that “Chelsea R Crap”
I texted back “On showing, today I’d have to agree
And besides that…. what a nail-biting match!”