I though yesterday was stormy. Last night blew it into a cocked-hat. Apparently gusts of up to 70mph have blasted the south. (It's been up to 90-mph in the North, trees are uprooted, and rivers have burst their banks). However, other than two ladders shifting in the back garden, we are fortunate to be unaffected.
When I went out to get the train tickets, there was a tree down, blocking most of the width of Kingston Lane. By the time I returned, the tree was being cleared.
Today's plan is a trip with the Silver Vixen and Cousteau-cub to Stamford Bridge. Now, as a Spurs fan, you'll realise that this is under duress, and I obviously won't actually open my eyes at all during the game!
We had a good trip up to town, and stopped for a pleasant lunch in Cafe Rouge before continuing on to Stamford Bridge. We had good seat with an excellent view of the action. The game itself was not as good as I would have expected. Scunthorpe played a 4-5-1 formation that was well disciplined and worked hard. This broke up Chelsea's plays. Only Joe Cole shined for the home team, the rest didn't sem to be on the pace, with poor passing, and a poor work rate. Scunthorpe took and early (deserved) lead, but Chelsea hauled it back to evens by half-time. In the second half they started brightly, but again ran out of inspiration. They managed a couple of further goals and could possibly have had more... but that would belie the parity of the two teams. Really, a draw would havve been a fair result.
Took the scenic route to the tube station, on leaving Chelsea, but still got to Victoria in time for our train. This was packed, but we managed to get a seat, and were home munching on a kebab by 8pm.
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