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You've been Bale'd


Wow. Today was... in a word, good. A more appropriate term might be relieving, or rewarding, but I think good sums everything up pretty nicely.

The day started off infuriatingly enough. I woke up a bit late and my milk was warm. Then that utter c*nt Nasri opened the scoring within the first 10 minutes. I started to get the sense of Déjà vu already... was this going to be another 5-1? It was close, but fortunately we were the more likely to administer a thrashing.

For much of the game we didn't look capable of getting back into it. Our passing game was off, we looked void of ideas and rarely threatened Hart's goal. In fact, Nasri le Lesbian could have made it 2-0 (despite the fact he should have been sent off for an absurd challenge on Walker) if not for Lloris' expert closing down of the angle to deny his international colleague. The Frenchman was at it again soon after denying Dzeko from close range. Dangerous times. Apart from Walker's shot and Dempsey's header we were void of any clear-cut chances. We looked a bit lost in all honesty.



I'd try and mug him off further but this picture does enough.

There was one key person at the centre of today's win. A man written off by so many before he'd even picked his first line-up. Step up, André Villas-Boas. Two game-changing substitutions (Huddlestone for Parker and Holtby for Sigurdsson) were enough to inspire a rampant 7 minutes which saw us go 3 goals up courtesy of The Deuce, JD and Gareth Bale. That sounds a lot like the final 3 in an X-Factor-esque competition.



Classic.

The equaliser, a traditional Dempsey goal, was not against the run of play; since Huddlestone started pulling the strings (of my heart) and Dembele and Holtby were left roaming free like cattle, it was clear that a goalscoring chance was imminent. That came when Bale's brilliantly executed outside of the boot cross evaded Kompany and found Clint 'Back Stick' Dempsey to equalise. Game on, yo.



Sick goal, homeboy.

Another one of AVB's substitutions and a man much maligned by myself of late came up with the decisive goal. I'll hold my hands up and admit that Defoe's finish was, in a word, sublime. It was vintage Defoe really. Picking up the ball outside the area and moving forward with purpose before unleashing a dipping, swerving beauty of a shot that Hart was nowhere near. Perhaps that was enough to earn Defoe a start against Wigan? I wouldn't argue against that.



If you'd all please hum 'Chariots of Fire'

The icing on the cake was provided by Huddlestone ironically enough (only joking, I love him) who strolled forward with ease and played the killer pass to Bale who had, one assist aside, been rather quiet by his usual standards. That all changed as Gareth sprinted onto Huddlestone's pass and finished delightfully over the flailing Hart. Speaking of flailing Harts, I bet a few City fans were cursing their luck today. A win Monday night see's the title travel back to the red side of Manchester. Pity, I thought money bought happiness.



Shout out to Dan Nicholls for the wicked pictcha

From now until the end of the season I'd like to see the following things:

- Huddlestone start a game. All personal preference aside, he deserves to start. Offers far more than Parker.
- Defoe to keep his goalscoring boots on.
- AVB and Freund to be going mental on the Stamford Bridge touchline.

Not too much to ask for I hope?

#COYS



Passion.

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