Oh May, I love you.
Text from May during half-time:
"Chelsea for third spot: YES/YES/MOTHER EFFING YES?"
I have no faith AT ALL. I have never ever felt like crying for my boys like right now.
I can't bring myself to watch the second-half right now.
=(
ETA 1: WOW. I EVEN PREDICTED THE RIGHT SCORELINE TOO. 3-0 IS A SUPERBLY FANTASTIC SCORELINE TO LOSE TO. WAY TO GO, CHELSEA!
ETA 2: Even Jose Mourinho can't bear to watch the joke that is Chelsea FC play against Man United.
ETA 3: My voice cracked when I mentioned to my dad that Jose was looking glum and upset about the match. I just wanted to cry because I really miss Jose being the Chelsea manager, but I couldn't cry in front of him. I ran upstairs to my room and now I'm listening Permanent. Cue in the waterworks.
DAMN YOU, JOSE MOURINHO! COME BACK TO ME CHELSEA FC!
ETA 4: If you love to gloat in my face, by all means, go right ahead. I believe I deserve it. I give as good as I get.
"Chelsea for third spot: YES/YES/MOTHER EFFING YES?"
I have no faith AT ALL. I have never ever felt like crying for my boys like right now.
I can't bring myself to watch the second-half right now.
=(
ETA 1: WOW. I EVEN PREDICTED THE RIGHT SCORELINE TOO. 3-0 IS A SUPERBLY FANTASTIC SCORELINE TO LOSE TO. WAY TO GO, CHELSEA!
ETA 2: Even Jose Mourinho can't bear to watch the joke that is Chelsea FC play against Man United.
ETA 3: My voice cracked when I mentioned to my dad that Jose was looking glum and upset about the match. I just wanted to cry because I really miss Jose being the Chelsea manager, but I couldn't cry in front of him. I ran upstairs to my room and now I'm listening Permanent. Cue in the waterworks.
DAMN YOU, JOSE MOURINHO! COME BACK TO ME CHELSEA FC!
ETA 4: If you love to gloat in my face, by all means, go right ahead. I believe I deserve it. I give as good as I get.