Summary
IF Old Trafford is the theatre of dreams, Stamford Bridge these days resembles more often a theatre of the absurd. Take this description of that genre, from the Oxford Companion to English Literature: 'It often leaves the observer baffled in the face of disjointed, meaningless or repetitious dialogues and incomprehensible behaviour.' Recognise anybody or anything in that?
While Manchester United staged a passion play last week against Milan, an epic, lyrical performance with a dramatic denouement encompassing Wayne Rooney's winning grand gesture, Chelsea's Champions League semi-final against Liverpool was an altogether more spartan production, its dialogue crass, its action knockabout. You can't help thinking if Roman Abramovich is wondering whether he bought the wrong club, no matter Chelsea's handy-for-Harrods location.See the full content of this document
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Mourinho Might Win but Still End Up a Loser
Sometimes - just sometimes - you have to feel for Jose Mourinho, despite his whingeing about penalties, real or imagined, and his spats with rivals. 'You ain't got no history,' sang Liverpool's fans, brought up o...
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