That Nice Warm Fuzzy Feeling

So it's a Wednesday night on an Arse-less midweek. But that hasn't stopped me from getting a nice dose of the above. Chelski v Inter was sweet. Those who'd read my earlier posting on the Champions League draw would've seen my sentiments on the potential that the tie held. And did it deliver in the sweetest way.

Chelski are out. Without as much of a whimper I must add. They needed to score one. Just one. But didn't manage a shot on target all night. I know a lot has been said about how the win was down to Mourinho's tactical genius - but for long stretches of the game, I was wondering if the many misses from Eto'o (whose name evoked numerous Homer Simpson-esque cries last night) and that crap Milito was going to come back to haunt them and us. But alas, thank god, no.

Chelski are out. Our nemesis. The stuff of post-traumatic stress syndrome. I mean, after the Champions League quarters in 2004...who could take more of Chelski in Europe? 1-1 at Stamford Bridge, cruising, one-up at Highbury...then all screwed over by a late Wayne Bridge goal.

That's just the Champions League. Have had enough of Chelski in recent years. Carling Cup final, FA Cup semis, twice this season, there's only so much screwing over anyone can take.

AND! It's not like they're friggin' Barcelona. They were crap yesterday, have been crap post-Mourinho, and still...

But, that's the end of them this season. No more Chelski. In the league or the Champions League. The line up as I sit here and wait for Barca and Bordeaux to get on with it is: Arse, Man U, Lyon, CSKA, Inter and Bayern. Must say: Barca will be happy. I'm happy. Put aside Man U and whatever happens, I'm pretty chuffed at our prospects. Wouldn't mind Stuttgart making things interesting, and wonder when was the last time France had two teams in the quarters.

Nothing else interesting happening.

Apart from Pompey getting deducted 9 points. I think Hull should be deducted 9 too, for only getting rid of that twat now.

Apart from Armand Traore showing us just how ambitious he is by stating his life-long goal of playing for PSG. Thank god he was born in Paris, or he'd be craving to play for Dunkerque.

Apart from John Terry, Captain Fantastic, running over a staff member leaving Stamford Bridge. What is it with his man?

And of course, apart from Cesc and Song coming back for West Ham at the weekend. Woohoo! 7-0! 7-0! 7-0!

Alright then. Kick-off beckons.