Some things never change, despite all the media chatter about a new level of 'respect' that is to be shown by players towards officials; Wayne Rooney was back to his best at Old Trafford today, demonstrating just why the despicable chav is about as admired as a piece of globular green sputum outside of Manchester United supporting circles.
Rooney had no right to abuse Riley, as the gaunt and morally weak referee had tried his best to ease Manchester United towards victory; he ignored a cynical Vidic foul in the first half that could well have been a red card as he was the last man, he ignored an appalling straight legged lunge from Rooney on Coloccini not even getting a yellow out, he ignored several Rooney rants at both himself and the linesman, and he awarded the most contentious of free kicks to Man U in the dying seconds as Rafael hurled himself to ground after minimal contact.
Eventually Riley got his yellow card out for Rooney's abuse, showing just how pathetic this gimmicky 'respect' campaign is from the FA. The FA can ramble on endlessly, but if they continue to let serious foul play and dissent go unpunished then it will continue to flourish. The likes of Terry and Rooney actually gain big advantages from intimidating officials with their disrespectful tones, the only language these scum will understand is that of a swift red card. Unfortunately for football our weasel like officials are more likely to show a red card to a Frenchman for politely asking why a free kick was given, than they are to show a red for Rooney or Terry describing what they intend to do to the referee's mother in scatalogical terms.
Having said that, United were remarkably poor and lacking sparkle in the wide areas without their spotty Portugese show pony. Giggs and Scholes are running out of time, while their lack of forwards could be a real problem if they do not strengthen. This was in stark contrast to Chavski, who as a result of their ridiculous financial set up and record yearly losses can afford to pay over a hundred million for just the contents of their bench, meaning that they have a completely financially unsustainable strength in depth. Really anything less than victory for Chelsea should be seen as a failure for them, and frankly even if they win it's not much of an achievement given their resources.
Chelsea remind me of an overly competitive father who gets immense satisfaction from blasting shots past his tiny three year old son in the park, what a bunch of sad bastards they are. They did look good today though, against a very poor Portsmouth side who lacked any real width and who look to have wasted a rather handsome sum on that cumbersome beanpole Peter Crouch. Chelsea's midfield ran Pompey ragged and despite their third being a dubious penalty, the destination of the points was never in doubt. I just hope I live to see the day that Roman gets bored with his little toy, maybe it will never happen, I can but dream I suppose.