u live on millionaires row. ur rich u always have been u always will be. u only keep elite company, hobnobbing only w others in yr bracket to protect yr interests and yrs alone. ur the beorgeosie, managing to keep the status quo. whilst others struggle just to stay afloat, living on bread n water, you've had it cushy all your life n had success upon success. u speak french, u play the piano, u whinge when u dont get what u want. ur spoilt. in the next block resides someone u regard as riff raff, who's amassed serious credit card bills trying to keep up w the joneses. they're about to be bankrupted n evicted n oh how ur going to wet yr pants. they've never been a threat to u apart from the fact they've always been seen as quite cool by the beautiful people, pop stars n the like coming in n out of their house, they've always attracted loads of column inches, disproportionate to their success. u cant understand it u cant stand it. despite yr position in life you'll never have their glamour, their passion, their "carefree wherever u may be" abandon. they r the famous the famous chelsea they dont speak french, they dont play the piano, they wear jeans n dont comb their hair everyday, they've even been known to throw the odd punch. u wouldn't have them at one of your parties. ur a snob. they've been down, u havent, u dont know what its like, u never will, ur a pampered preening ponce. they've bounced back, you've never had to, you've always been a pampered establishment figure in yr suit n tie. they've always been a bit messy you've only ever been stuffy. they're rebels ur the gentry. altho they achieve some notable success its only ever fleeting n hardly ever rivals yrs. ur blue-chip, u work for the bank of england, u have friends in high places, yr success is everlasting theirs isnt, there's always some calamity awaiting them and oh how u cant wait for the next one, just so u can s************ behind their backs. they never bemoan yr wealth or success, not their style, despite yr privaleges they dont begrudge it one bit, they'd far rather be them, its more interesting, more colourful, something that irks you. they're not bothered by u at all. they're happy as they are. they r the famous the famous chelsea suddenly they hit the jackpot. not only do they move into yr road, they buy the biggest and best house at the top of the hill, they surpass yr success in an instant and become the leaders in their field, not w squeaky clean english money but w dirty foreign dosh. how do u react? do u take it w grace, congratulate them on their luck, invite them into your little lobby of movers n shakers, give them a members tie n a secret little handshake? not on yr nelly. u moan n whinge n cry n bleat. incessantly. u never tire of it. u spend more time concentrating on them than u do on yourself. while they happily go onwards n upwards u stand still staring at them thru cracked windows, like a voyeur, sneering n snarling n sniping to anyone that will listen. u write letters, u call phone-ins, u bore everyone stupid. ur bitter n twisted to the point of obsession. you've been knocked off the perch u regarded as yours by right n u cant stomach it. in short, u show that despite all the trappings of wealth, despite being born w a silver spoon in yr mouth, despite being given a leg up every step of yr privaleged life, u have no class n never will do. who r ya who r ya who r ya? u r arsenal (look it up in a french dictionary)
12/10 for grammer. you are chavski, you have won 3 league titles, look it up on the back of a first class stamp.
"You see, the kids, they listen to the rap music which gives them the brain damage! With their hippin' and the hoppin' and the bippin' and the boppin'!"
Mr. in da soup, what you've just said is one of the most insanely idiotic things I have ever heard. At no point in your rambling, incoherent response were you even close to anything that could be considered a rational thought. Everyone in this room is now dumber for having listened to it. I award you no points, and may God have mercy on your soul.
Guys, no one on the Chelsea boards takes this idiot seriously, even Zani is more respected. I know "don't feed the troll" is bandied about quite often....but here I think it's advice well worth heeding.
Nick mate, that just mean we're cursed and have more an axe to bear. (or is it cross to grind?) How about a class action
Come on admit it, you're just upset that with a long and rambling post like that BS still only allows you 3 smilys
Please don't anyone even think of locking this! This is hilarious! Money can't buy colass - but you would think it could at least buy an education!
In Da Soup Your post is obviously an official statement from Chelsea Football Club. Can you provide the link for us please?
Arsenal: Formed by the working class men of the Woolwich armaments factory in 1886. Origionally known as dial square the team was typical of the day, comprising local working class men who played the sport because they wanted to um, play the sport. Chelsea. Formed in 1905 as a PLC. Yes thats right folks. His beloved "classy" Chelsea was conceved entirely as a business concept rather than being a traditional club that had formed in the 20 years previous like most teams had. So it seems his little ramble is somewhat accurate, only he's got Arsenal and Chelsea the wrong way round. I mean honestly after following Chelsea for a WHOLE 6 months he should know better!
Ah, give him a little credit Dave, he actually got alot of stuff right. Such as how Chelsea fans are a bunch of low class scum and how we look down our noses at them and their second rate organization. He's got us there.
this soup guy kind of reminds me of the white guy, in that movie with sean connery, who knows less about BMW then the jamal kid.
lol someones mad i wonder if me slating chavs and saying mourinho isnt the special one got this kid flustered? ITS OK SON, ITS JUST THE NET
I bet you Soup is the same lady from that Chelsea video that called Arsenal fans glory hunters and that she liked Chelsea for the esteemed history and class.