This article was written before AVB and Robbie and of course Rafa, the fat Spanish waiter – I am re-posting it as it seems to have an almost ‘eternal’ quality.  I just cannot get away from the reality that most Chelsea fans feel deep in their inner being – José Mourinho must return to Stamford Bridge and carry on where he left off ~ Roman and José must bury the hatchet ~ it is his destiny ~ it our destiny !!! Otherwise there will always be a José shaped piece missing from Chelsea fans hearts and a Chelsea shaped piece missing from José’s heart ~ Come on Roman get the ‘special one’ back where he belongs … 

… José’s 2nd Coming seems to get ever nearer – my campaign continues 18.05.2013

THIS ARTICLE WAS ORIGINALLY WRITTEN IN JUNE, 2011 ~ edenbray

Whilst Chelsea fans wait endlessly to find out the new incumbent in the managers chair at Stamford Bridge we can muse on certain painful and yes joyous truths.

No top flight fans pay more dearly for their happies and ‘bit a’ success’ than Super Blue Loyals. Forget the pocket change pay outs by our super rich owner. Chelsea fans pay very nearly with our own blue blood drawn out from our veins never seeing the light of day.

True, success came to us, like winning the lottery without buying a ticket, that blistering June morning when Mr A handed over 19 mill in readies from his battered old kgb suitcase and the oh so ungrateful and churlish Mr B took his bundle and went and bought our fiercest enemies whilst retaining best seat upstairs in ‘our house’. Batesy malicious and nasty as a bulldog with piles was offered an Hon Chairmancy but he tried it, spat it out, turned on his heel and with a childish rejoin snarled “I’m not playing any more and neither will you”.

Since then the torture of following ‘them blues’ has just continued unabated as it always had. The newspapers have slurped and indulged themselves at the troughs of Stamford Bridge while Roman keeps getting his rods out and personally attempts a clear out from yet another blocked sewer.

Compared to the dodgy dealings and ‘shyster’ practises (good Ken word there) that many have tried to lay at Mr Abramovich’s door during the darker history of ‘glasnost’, what he has had to deal with in South West London must seem more like trying to arrange a sports day in one of the communist gulags than the happy, recreational pastime he probably expected when he first caught sight of the Bridge on that fateful, sunny June day. 

But we loyal ‘blue’ men and women, boys and girls don’t dance the ‘kalinka’ anymore and no wonder. Sure, we remember that heady afternoon when the nice Russian man came round at the footlights of our beloved arena and we clapped and we  sang and we danced. We are reminded of that day whenever the curtains draw back and we wave the nice Russian man’s flags at big games that so often end in tears.

No, all our bad dreams were not behind us. We would not after all be accepted in those verbalised footballer lists – the Real Madrid’s, the Milan’s, the Liverpool’s, Man United’s, Arsenals, the Chelsea’s.?!?… But being a ‘Blues’ fan has never been that easy and the painful days of relegations, missed opportunities, so nearly seasons and barbed wire fencies were glowering in the wings like spectres in an opera, waiting their chance to reappear maybe like a clod of loose earth by the penalty spot, on a new laid pitch, on a damp night in ….. Moscow.

Torture is our middle name, fellow prisoners, as we wait for the 700th time to find out our latest ‘new’ manager and what makes it doubly sad is the media and fans of other teams now don’t really even give a toss. 

In the midst of all our misery came a shooting star and like a whirlwind romance we embraced our movie star leading man, we hung on his every word while we clenched our teeth, grimaced and wondered ‘what the hell is he up to now’. Yes, Jose Mourinho gave us back our respect and the rest of the football world, snarling, jeolous and bitter were forced to applaud and chokingly admit we finally had got our desserts. We will probably win the Champions League one day peeps, but at what cost, what human misery? 

This, then is the one joy above all others that I hang on to, this particular grey June morning as I stare and wait in another Chelsea ‘bread que’, a little like us ‘loyals’ of the sixties did for three consecutive years  in those early morning FA cup semi final ticket crocodiles that snaked up the Fulham Road around the back streets and almost down to Parsons Green, whilst we waited so patiently, quietly and hopefully wondering whether this year might actually be Chelsea’s year to win the cup. We didn’t and the dream had to live on till 1970 at Old Trafford when we finally laid that particular ghost to rest. 

Yes, joy does come eventually like Mourinho came and whatever success he has had in the past or the future you can be sure he will never, never, never be as cool as when he was the ‘new’ Chelsea manager.              

TAke heart blueheart ~ and stay Carefree forever!

BE PATIENT LOYAL ‘BLUE’ AS YOU ALWAYS ARE CLICK THE > IT COMES TO THOSE WHO WAIT – IT WON’T BE LONG TILL YOU WILL BE DANCING THE KALINKA – HONEST!

IF YOU WOULD LIKE JOSÉ BACK AT CHELSEA CLICK ON HERE AND CLICK LIKE >>> WE WANT YOU BACK JOSÉ