So, in less than an hour’s time, the last game at the Emirates this season kicks off. And in all reality, it’s the last game of the season. Sure, there’s the Pompey game, but this is the only one that really counts, unless you attach some achievement to finishing third, which personally I don’t because if we do rise above Liverpool it’ll only be because they couldn’t care less.
Undoubtedly the talk of today is about Ashley Cole. Equally probably, he won’t play. Of course, if Chelsea win, he’ll probably bleat and gloat like he did after the Carling Cup final, which he also didn’t play in. But then since when did Cole talking utter shite to the media become a surprise?
Anyway, much as the team will be up for the game today, the odds aren’t favourable. We haven’t been playing that well of late even though results have picked up, and combine our toothlessness with Chelsea’s defence and 0-0 seems like a good result. Only that’d require us to keep a clean sheet, which we also can’t do.
Still, there’s reason to be optimistic. Our best performances this season have been against the top sides, and Baptista’s hit his shots in every other direction but the top corner this season – surely he has to mishit one there before he goes back to Spain.
Today is a day for putting down a marker for next season. I got my wish – a couple of months ago I wished that we had to chance to officially deny Chelsea the title in this game and that’s what we have. A draw may be an anticlimax. A victory would make the summer taste so sweet.
In other news, I have to want United to win again next week because I desperately want West Ham to go down. Tevez running riot yesterday was inevitable. As for the Liverpool situation, I disagree completely with Neil Warnock. Benitez has a responsibility to Liverpool, no-one else. Warnock’s fielded weakened sides before, so he doesn’t have a leg to stand on. It’s one of those things, and anyone would do the same in that position.