Everyone has his own definition of hell. For Jean- Paul Sartre, it was other people. For Kim Kardashian, its being ignored. My personal inferno is being surrounded by a bouncing mob of delirious, beer-drenched, kitted-out Chelsea fans raising their voices to the heavens in praise of Him. No, not the Special One. Worse. The Revolting One. His name is John Terry and hes the leader of our team / The greatest team in England that the world has ever seen. Now it would be one thing if this crowd were exalting Terry for, say, scoring the decisive penalty in a Champions League final. The boisterous celebration at New Yorks Football Factory would still have been hard to stomach, but at least I would have understood the sentiment. On Saturday, however, all Terry did was to hurl himself feet first into the Everton goal mouth (bravely, of course) in the 92nd minute and get the faintest of touches on Frank Lampards free kick. Or did he?
Posted on: Tue, 25 Feb 2014 05:43:26 +0000