Don’t you believe it my Chelsea supporting friends. Wenger’s finally got the best of Jose. If you looked at the face of the classless one at the final whistle, then don’t believe for a second that the result didn’t matter. Well, it did in my mind.
I didn’t bother attempting to get a ticket for the game. I do detest pre season friendlies and even the prospect of beating chelsea and winning some silverware didn’t tempt tempt me to chase a ticket. So I watched the game in a pub, with few people in attendance really focused on the game. I don’t usually believe in the notion that such results in pre-season games strike a psychological blow for the victor against the loser. But on this occasion, I went to bed dreaming that Chelsea as a club would be crushed by losing the prestigious and much revered Community Shield. Roll on September 19.