I don't care about the prediction league, I just can give the 'scum a win... Chelski 1 - 1 QPR Costa - Hoillet
This is the day that everything clicks - overconfident league leaders embarrassed by local rivals - 0-0 at HT then Terry breaks his toe attempting a clearance and the ball falls to Vargas on the edge of the area - he chips the goalie (reminiscent of the G.Best, E.Cantons goals), 1-0 the Rs and Chelsea find themselves having to come out and score. Costa 1 on 1 with Green loses out to a Bobby Moore-esque, last-gasp sliding tackle and the ball is swiftly despatched out to Vargas on the right. he skips over 1, 2 lunging tackles fires the ball in low and hard for Austin to clip the ball in at the near post, 2-0. With five minutes to go they are banging on the door when incomprehensibly Cahill loses possession on the edge of our box - a swift move (again using the speed of Vargas) and a pinpoint pass into the path of Austin leave him with just the keeper to beat. He drops his shoulder, sends him the wrong way and walks the ball into the empty net. Jose, in his fury, punches the 4th official and is immediately sacked by Abramovitch - never to be seen on the touchline again - he ends his days drinking the Portugese equivalent of Thunderbird underneath a flyover on the outskirts of Lisbon. For the price of a cup of tea he will tell anyone the stories of when he was the 'special one' and how their local rivals finished his career and sent his team on a downward spiral through the leagues that they never recovered from ending in administration and bankruptcy - he'll probably offer you a blow job for ten Euros too... 0-3 (Austin, 2, Vargas 1 + 2 assists)
Lady boys 2....................3 Teflon Tone's Terminator's. Diago "costa" coffee & "dont call me" Shurle for the chelsea rent boys,Charlie,Vargas & Fer for 'Arry's heroes.
