Frantic Martinelli ('24-25 Chelsea Away 1-1)

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Caidedo pounds his chest. He puts his shoulder into the back of Timber (no whistle), then does the same Gabriel. Foul. Finally.

Someone floats a lazy cross which Sanchez gobbles up.

They are faster, quicker, sharper, hungrier.

I am afraid.

Then Ødegaard drops a sublime, lofted ball to Martinelli at the back post, who scores. I believe again. Gabi had been having a rough game, and I’d felt a searing anger at his profligacy, his lack of guile.

God I love this game.

Havertz is wearing a patch on his hand. Who assaulted him?

Timber beats four Chelsea men and almost digs out a banger across the keeper’s right.

Pedro Neto scores an absolute worldie – we were asleep.

Merino is playing with confidence, causing Chelsea problems.

Trossard with a chance at the death, but he just can’t put it away.

That’s just our luck this season.

Proud of the boys.

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