The day Chelsea embarrassed me...

A faithful day after work, got into this bar. Sitted, were 12 Chelsea dry gin hawkers waiting for the starting whistle to sound off. There went my guy who scored the first goal and there I went screaming and shouting on the top of my voice celebrating the goal with the fear of not being assaulted by the Chelsea hawkers who were deeply upset by the goal. The first half went and before I knew it, in the second half, the hawkers company replied with a goal and another goal scored through a penalty...to cut the long story short, before they blew the final whistle, I escaped from the bar with the shame of having to be booed by Chelsea dry gin hawkers and their corporate team. I wept...