Honestly, still seething today. Seething at the toadying Chav c***s who will cheat, dive and moan their way to a second title. Seething at our toothless, anaemic performance. Seething at not seeing anyone back Pepe up. Seething at the s****house ref for causing the whole incident. Seething at that utter, utter t*** Gudjohnson for rolling around as if his ankle was broken. Watch the replay Eidur you prick, Pepe unfortunately doesn't even touch your ankle. Seething at Crouchy being expected to reach his own flick-ons. Seething at Momo and Xabi for forgetting the art of passing. Seething at Stevie for going missing, and then remembering I'm more seething at our board for not shelling out for a right midfielder. Seething at my bird for saying "don't worry honey, Chelsea are just better than you are" and being right. Seething at Robben. My mind can't comprehend the hatred it has for him. I just couldn't live with myself if I ever did something like that. It's...just....poor form. Any calming advice?