A list that promises to ‘keep, loan or sell’ Chelsea only produces two intelligent signings of a great fan

A notable Chelsea fan has put together an incredible ‘keep, loan or sell’ vow list that puts his two-year signing from Clearlake to shame.

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This year it took a little longer, I know.

I kept 18 players, adding 6 that I left *aside because the explanation of why I keep them is stupid, or because they are selling them.

So thirteen players that I would keep. More than a portion of them would not start in a “normal Chelsea team”. In fact, the only player on this list who would have been the most sensible 11 inherited from Clearlake would be Palmer. I’m sure only Palmer and Gusto would be among the 11 most sensible of last year’s five most sensible teams.

So, a player bought through Chelsea would be from the team that won the Champions League. From more than 35 purchased. 35. 35. 35.

 

I know all the other clubs and we have criticisms that we must express.

The exchanges on Gravenbach’s merits are interesting. But you’re employing a smart space with a fireplace in a dumpster!

The epic fireplace in the blue trash bin is as engaging as it is fun and will get even more hilarious. Deductions from points? Relegation? A descent into madness.

I’m here (and I’m sure many of you) are here for this. And I haven’t even noticed that a memorable Chelsea fan recently popped up in the mailbox talking about what’s going on. You don’t post (annneeemooore)

A friend of mine from Chelsea described the strategy as “Wheeeeeeee!” which is appropriate.

I may spend all day reading about this shit with a beaming smile. And I do.

Congratulations, Agent Boehly. There will be a statue of you somewhere. Reckless, blunt, munching on a sandwich. He looks every inch the financier of American football.

You’re doing God’s work, Todd. Hire horrible characters and then ruru them and the club.   He also let slip some who have genuine character, such as Gallagher and Sterling.

The mercenary shipment even has its definitive captain: Enzo.

Captain. Chief. Legend. Racist.

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Can I just say that I am satisfied with the state of Chelsea? Let’s list the heinous crimes committed through Chelsea and her enthusiasts in the past:

– The club is a cesspool of racism from Stamford Bridge supporters to (e. g. Gwyn Williams and Graham Rix).

– The club did nothing to combat and punish racism among its fans until very recently.

– Financed through Roguy Abramovich, a guy who stole from other Russians and their economy for his own self-centered benefit and who supported and financed Putin.

-Chelsea fans love that Abramovich acknowledges that he is a monstrous psychopath who used London and Chelsea as his personal playground and, of course, supported the tyrannical Putin.

– He refuses to properly punish John Terry for the racist abuse of Anton Ferdinand.

And now the club is controlled by Enzo Fernandez, an infamous racist, and they have spent enough money to end global poverty on so many players that the coach barely sees part of it because he has to force them to exercise from their favorite team. Chelsea has become an absolutely ridiculous parody of itself. The banality of evil as they say.

 

 

All the criticisms are well raised, although lately they have been very premature.

If we get rid of Lukaku, Kepa, Sterling and Chilwell we could potentially make the best part of £100m and save £1m a week on the wage bill.

 

However, when a player leaves a club and refuses to play or “give minutes”, we say that the player is on strike and is forcing a move. We call this misconduct.

 

After all, it left us high and dry in the summer after just one season. While we can’t expect 100 percent loyalty from someone who had no prior connection to us, we had a feeling that once a “bigger” club emerged, it would disappear faster than Todd Boelhy could simply say, ” “I discovered. ” a way out! Training

The general opinion of enthusiasts once it became apparent that joining Chelsea was a collective ‘meh’. Remember, this is a manager, new to the position, who brought a club to its knees after a destructive relegation and transformed it into an all-conquering, win-win device at the table (well, at least until March, when we had a swing). .

Most managers on this stage would be revered, adored, feasted and every other cliché by a grateful fan base, with crowds showing symptoms in front of Filbert Way imploring them to stay once news of their departure is made public.   But not for Enzo. This is partly due to their strategies to get us there, with football that was at times boring, sterile, but effective (fair) and rarely numbed the brain. It worked, so we’re thankful we didn’t. I have some other season in the EFL and almost in fact a million point deduction and probably a sluggish fall in the leagues.

But the other aspect is his lack of connection with fans and a “love it or squish” technique that was aired in several press conferences last season amid complaints (his posts about the Chelsea team don’t surprise me in any way). absolute), even if they make it seem a bit noble). Because of that, we, as enthusiasts, simply had no connection with it.

And therein lies the problem, Maresca is a mercenary who takes advantage of each and every opportunity to climb the ranks. Chelsea itself is probably just another stepping stone to the more solid, “normal” elite role he dreams of. There’s nothing with that, most footballers are probably the same, but it’s so evident and that, in itself, is very off-putting to their coach, the intended figurehead of their club.

 

I feel immense pride that my club continues to set an example to the rest of the league on how to run a successful football club through patience, sound business decisions and a long-term vision.

 

 

 

Bradford is even Paul Scholes’ most productive volley player.

2006, at Aston Villa, header cleared corner, 25 metres, ball falls from the sky, indifferent volley, ball rushes, moves like a torpedo, crossbar, Tyler shouts “HOW”, Gábor’s tracksuit bottoms Király.

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