Just got back from the Wych Elm in Elm Road, Kingston where they dispense top notch London Pride. Listening to a bit of old Blaster Bates and having a bit of bread and butter, strong Welsh Cheddar and a Garner's pickled onion before I hit the pit. There I was in an official Manchester United shirt that I managed to cop from the Cancer Research shop for £3, surrounded by good mates that are Chelsea fans. I knew I was safe with them as they were mates, though in the same place a couple of years back a fan of the same team attacked me and broke my arm after I objected to him calling black folks niggers and wogs. I felt genuinely sorry for John Terry who has been a Chelsea player since the age of 14 as a schoolboy. He must have been devastated to have come so close. I hope he doesn't just give it all in. Still, a game of football is only a game of football and there was only one team that could win. Thanks to both teams for an entertaining game and let's have another bash next year.