blueballs

in pictures, in style.

gallas powers home the opener in the fifth minute

captain fantastic injures himself. he is to continue playing till the end.

a moment of magical brilliance from joe cole, as he leaves three defenders in his wake with nifty footwork.

and he wheels away in delight as he rifles his shot past an exposed van der sar.

carvalho (a centreback) runs the whole length of the pitch after dispossessing van nistelrooy before hammering a thunderous strike, one which would put strikers to shame, past van der sar.

it was the sweetest way to round the season off.

the special one hurls his blazer and premiership medal into the crowd, sparking wild scrambles to collect the prized momentos.

i’d hate to see gallas go.

pictures courtesy of ChelseaFC.com

letter of apology

no this is not a suicide note
but why has it got to be me?
i’m only entitled to a little bit of hope,
why can’t they let me be?

i apologise, that i can’t be perfect.
well i still don’t want to die.
weak and useless, i guess at times,
but it’s you who won’t let the sleeping dogs lie.

a being, so tortured; the soul burns
as dry as desert sand.
yet i don’t even ask for love
or someone to hold my hand.
in a place where free space and happiness
is all-so-rarified,
my tiny beacon of hope and joy
is crushed and crucified.

i’m sorry for a number of things,
including the way i am.
i’m sorry for being sorry,
on your pride i mar.
i’m sorry if i look like a quitter,
you would not in peace let me stay in this place.
how sorry that in this enclosure
there hardly lies a friendly face.

i’m sorry this is not a suicide note,
if you all want me dead but not gone.
’cause i’m entitled to the hope upon which i hang,
i wait, i hope, to be re-born.