Sunday, September 30, 2007

Knitty Knitty

I've just finished another little cardy:-



I got the idea from an old-ish pattern book that I bought when my (now) 11 year old nephew was a baby. Some of the patterns are showing their age as most patterns for children now seem to be in muted colours and heavily textured rather than coloured motifs and fairisle.

Anyway, I used the basic pattern from the book except I went for short sleeves again, rather than long. I managed to use another four balls of wool from my wool bag but if I'd done long sleeves, I would have needed another ball of the main colour; I searched for ages on the internet and found that that shade had been discontinued (yes, its been in the wool bag for quite some time....) and could only source it from a yarn shop in the US. Only $7.95 to buy, so a tad cheaper than over here, but it had a whopping $47 shipping charge on it! So short sleeves it was :-)

I'm still planning to knock up a few plain jumpers/cardies for the babies due early next year - hopefully that should use up most of the spare wool in the bag - but I succumbed yesterday and went to a wool shop in The Shambles. Despite having gone in with the intention of buying some wool to knit a shrug for one of the girlies, I ended up buying some bamboo/wool-mix yarn to knit a stripy hoodie for Jacob or Sam.

I haven't decided who to knit it for yet - sense tells me that if I knit it for Jacob, then it'll get more use as they'll both wear it eventually. That said, Sam weighs the same as Jacob now and could probably quite happily interchange their jumpers and cardies.

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

No, honestly, its great fun!

Freyja doesn't look convinced:-



But then again, she wasn't convinced about the hammerhead shark in the bath.....

Sunday, September 23, 2007

Woe is us

In my post on Jan 12th, I commented that being a smallish club who usually managed to come about fourth or fifth in the table, occasionally winning a league or FA Cup and doing passing well in Europe was not a bad thing to be. After the past few days, this might well be the most we can hope for. In a spectacularly inept way, our owner, aided and abetted by the three stooges Kenyon, Buck and Tennebaum, have got rid of one manager and replaced him with someone who's only real plus point (as far as Roman is concerned) is that he doesn't argue with Roman.

I'm sorry to say, but after a pretty good start, Roman is proving to be the problem with Chelsea. He doesn't know enough about football to know that he knows nothing. He wants all the trophies, all the time and he wants them won with attractive football and he wants them now. I can imagine that having stumped up an extraordinary amount of money, he feels he has the right to demand this, but it just underlines that he knows nothing.

Fergie has spent a considerable amount of time and money at Manure trying to get this right and has occasionally achieved it, but not consistently. In 1999, they swept all before them; in subsequent seasons they have done much worse in Europe and have had seasons without any silverware at all. Wenger, whilst having mixed fortunes in Europe, had created the team that gave Manure a run for their money, playing the sort of football that put lie to the "boring boring" tag of the early 90s; post-Viera and now post-Henry, he has to reforge his team anew - the attractive football is there, hopefully the results will follow. So it should be possible to see that you can't just throw money at a team and expect instant and consistent results.

And so to Jose. The most successful manager in Chelsea's history, bar none. With him in charge, the team averaged 2.33 points per game. They haven't been beaten at home for close to 70 games. They managed to win their first league title for 50 years by the biggest points margin ever with the least goals conceded ever. They've got through to the knock-out stages of the Champions League for the past three years and the semi finals for two of them. But this was not enough for Roman; he wanted pretty football, the sort of football that makes people go "blimey, I've not seen football that good since the Ajax team of the early 70s", the sort that would win him the European Cup year in year out.

Its been this clash of realities that have led us to the situation we are in now. He's surrounded himself with yes men, the sort of executive that panders to his desire to go down in the history books as having paid the most money for a player, even if that player is a spent force. Again, back to him knowing nothing; he doesn't realise that by adding £20m to a player's value doesn't make them worth £20m more. But instead of being intelligent about it and admitting he's bought a pup, he believes that it's the manager's fault that the player isn't playing as well as he did for Milan. And the yes men go "you're absolutely right", and nothing is solved. How many managers will go through the door before he accepts he was wrong?

So Jose has gone. And instead of doing the sensible thing and saying "well, we've got a Director of Football who can hold the fort until we get someone in permanently", they make him manager on a permanent basis. Partly, this strikes me as panic - Avram Grant doesn't even have the necessary UEFA coaching qualifications to do the job, let alone any real experience. But on the other hand, Frank Arnesen has both of these things - surely he'd have been better suited to take over for an interim period. If the Director of Football/Head Coach relationship had worked as it does on the continent, Grant as interim coach would have been a fine and seamless step to take; but instead, he was one of the yes men brought in to diminish Jose's authority within the club, so there was no real relationship to talk of. And he's here permanently. Does that mean that Roman wants only managers who will do his bidding, who won't argue, who won't walk out when the owner tries to impose his novice view over their years of hard-won nous?

One of the things about a club like Chelsea that is stuffed with world class players is that they need someone in charge that they can respect. Avram Grant is probably a really nice chap, but he's not going to have the respect of the sort of players like Lampard, Drogba, Makalele et al. Capello, Lippi and Sacchi are all out of work at the moment; any one of them would be better suited to this job than someone who's crowning achievement thus far has been to fail to lead Israel to qualification for the World Cup in 2002. This is why I think Grant has been appointed as an antidote to Jose; someone whose profile isn't higher than the owner's, someone who will listen politely and do as he's told when the owner asks him to play Shevchenko. But does that mean that when Grant goes (as he surely will, by the end of the season at the latest), any replacement manager will be ousted the moment he does not agree with Roman; are we about to embark upon the sort of managerial revolving door that exists in Real Madrid?

Today's game was not as bad as it could have been. We put up a fight, but we were completely lacking in bite in the final third - I don't think Van Der Saar was troubled once during the entire game. Had Manure been any better (and they weren't fantastic), the deficit would have been greater. It has to be said that we weren't helped by the referee at all; Mike Dean was appalling, one of the worst reffing displays I've seen for some time. I'm not saying that had Jose been still with us the result would have been different, but he would almost certainly have been bringing Dean's performance to the forefront as a matter for discussion. Grant has probably been talking a good game to Roman for some time now, but spent most of the game looking isolated and with the worried expression of someone that's just been found out.

Its early days yet; I'd like to see the full team performing for Grant, when Lamps and Drogba are back from injury. Both those players will improve our scoring ability immeasurably. But I can't see our season being anything more than a silverware-free zone where our main players leave, and Roman tries to find a big name manager who will deliver the goods. I hope I'm wrong, I really do. Apart from a suspicion that Grant might well have been a major part of the clique that led to Jose's downfall, I don't want to see him crash and burn; because that would be Chelsea crashing and burning - and that's really unacceptable.

So, can we have a time machine please? Back to a time where we had no money to buy players, where our manager was pleasingly eccentric and we loathed the club owner..... hmm, that last one sounds familiar.

If you've been wondering

at my restraint, all I can say is that I'm waiting until after today's game to comment more fully. In the meanwhile, let me quote myself. In a blog post from Jan 12th, I had a major rant against Roman and the fact that he just doesn't get football. I finished off saying this:-

"Jose will stay or he will go. But they'll never get another manager like him, and time and experience will make them realise that there's no manager that can deliver their dreams of world domination, it just doesn't work like that. And the Special One will go and be special elsewhere, and our club and the premiership will be the drabber for it."

Whatever the results from today's game, or indeed the games to come, I stand by what I said in January. Bye bye Jose, you will be missed.


Monday, September 17, 2007

Do we have mice?

No, we have Sam!

This is what happens when you leave a lemon cake too close to the edge of the counter top.



He repeated the trick yesterday with a chocolate cake. If I had more counter space, this just wouldn't happen!

Sunday, September 09, 2007

Clutching at Straws

Ok, which sounds the more plausible explanation to you:-

a) two experienced doctors mistakenly give their child sedatives and kill her. Whilst dining out with friends that evening, showing no signs of having committed a terrible crime they manage to stash the child's body out of sight and declare her to have been abducted. Despite having had the apartment they were staying in and the holiday complex searched, and being in the glare of the media spotlight, they somehow manage to conceal the body from the police for over three weeks before burying it.

b) having failed to conduct an investigation that would in any sense conform to the word "competent", the Portuguese police call in a British forensics team many weeks after the child has disappeared. They find a spot of blood that partially matches the child's DNA. The Portuguese police furrow their brows and think hard. Tired of being called incompetent by the rest of the world for, erm, being incompetent, realising that local feeling seems to be turning against the parents, aware of press reports blaming the parents for the child's disappearance, they decide to accuse the parents of accidentally killing the child in scenario a) (see above). The whole sorry mess can then go away, they can stop wasting resources looking for a murdered child, and go back to doing what they normally spend their days doing. Directing traffic and the like.

After much serious consideration, I'm going for option b). I just don't buy the McCanns having anything to do with the disappearance of their daughter. Of course, if the next lot of forensic results due in prove beyond a shadow of doubt that they were responsible, then I shall put my hands up and declare them to be master criminals with more front than Brighton. And probably delete this post :-)

Brrrr

We've been having some lovely weather of late; the sort we should have been having in June and July instead of torrential rain. Its been great sitting out in the garden, watching the kids running round like mad things.

But in the past 24 hours, I've noticed a couple of things that mean that autumn is on its way. Last night, I was struck by just how quickly it went dark while we were putting the kids to bed; it only seems a couple of days ago that it was bright in their bedroom at 7.30pm, despite two layers of blackout lining over their window. And this morning I went into the conservatory to read the paper only to retreat quickly - it was absolutely freezing! Again, I'm sure it was only last week that I was sitting in there with the paper and the door open to the garden at 7.30am.

So, Autumn is on its way. I'm not too bothered as I like Autumn - crisp mornings, mist, falling leaves etc. But I like my seasons to behave as they should, so I hope that this summer was just a one-off caused by La Nina; the thought of more wet summers is enough to make me consider moving to the South of France as a matter of urgency!