It's good to be back, I wish it was easy,

To talk about Chelsea, without feeling a little queasy

Rafa still reigns, with tactics unsure,

Only one thing could be worse, if Terry shagged a wh***

Steua scored the goal, a penalty past Cech,

and Marko Marin even missed the chance to snap Rafas neck*

Also for the fans, Fernando we must endure,

his six yard clearance, on attack, was the meaning of poor

I really can't be bothered analysing, Chelsea played with no grace,

And hardly deserved to even be in the race

But we shall lift our heads up, United tomorrow,

And a loss for their fans, hopefully still feeling sorrow

For United came close, but for a ref, it was tough,

But United should have known, they didn't pay him enough

My final plea, I have love for the cup,

Please Rafa, let us win, and we can lift our heads back up!

*If Rafa is killed, please don't use this as evidence against me. Please.

Also a plea to anyone who did history in high school. This has nothing to do with football, im just wondering, ive written a 3500 word essay on the 1920s with 57 footnotes. Is that too many? Thanks. Hope you enjoyed the poem, it was pretty shit, but hey, ive had it written down for a day or so. Thought i may as well