Drogba spreman na produljenje s Chelseajem

Prema riječima Thierna Seydija, agenta bjelokošćanskog nogometaša Didiera Drogbe, njegov je klijent spreman produljiti ugovor s Chelseajem...

Aktualni ugovor Drogbu s klubom sa Stamford Bridgea veže do lipnja 2010. godine, a iako je protekla dva ljeta bila aktualna tema o njegovom odlasku, ovoga bi ljeta trebalo biti drugačije.

- Drogba ima ugovor s Chelseajem, vraća se u formu nakon ozljede, zabija golove i ponovo uživa u nogometu. Ako nam Chelsea ponudi novi ugovor, proučit ćemo ga i nakon toga će on donijeti odluku o budućnosti – rekao je Seydi.

- Za njega je najvažnije bilo da se vrati na razinu na kojoj je igrao prije ozljede i da dokaže da je jedan od najboljih napadača u Europi. Puno je klubova pokazalo interes za njegovom kupnjom, ali o tome ćemo razmišljati tek na kraju sezone. S Chelseajem Drogba ima velike prilike za osvajanje nekoliko naslova i treba pričekati i vidjeti kako će sve završiti – dodao je Drogbin agent.

Dolaskom Guusa Hiddinka na klupu Chelseaja Drogba je posebno proigrao, te je zabio četiri gola u sedam nastupa, što je prema pisanju engleskih medija nagnalo ruskog stručnjaka na razgovor s čelnicima kluba od kojih je tražio da mu ponude produljenje suradnje.

Izvor: Nogometni Magazin

znaci ti si navijas da Chelsea ispadne iz 1/4 ... Chelsea bi nam bio najlaksi protivnik posle Porta i Vilareala 

Hidink ostaje u Čelsiju kao savetnik?
28.03.09. 12:45

Gus Hidink bi mogao da ostane u Čelsiju i po završetku sezone, iako je više puta ponovio da će njegova pomoć klubu iz Londona biti okončana prvog juna. Holandski stručnjak sada razmišlja da prihvati ponudu "plavaca" i ostane u klubu kao savetnik.

- Ugovor sa Čelsijem mi ističe 31. maja, ali sam dobio ponudu da nastavim sa radom kao savetnik. Moraću još da razmislim, možda mogu da budem koristan Čelsiju i u toj ulozi, izjavio je Hidink.

Za razgovor su otvoreni i čelnici Fudbalskog saveza Rusije, čiji je Hidink selektor.

- Ako u Čelsiju žele da nastave saradnju sa Hidinkom spremni smo za razgovore sa njihovim vlasnicima, rekao je generalni sekretar ruskog saveza Aleksej Sorokin.

Izvor: Sportska Centrala

Drogba propušta Njukasl

Fudbaler Čelsija Didije Drogba propušta prvenstveni meč sa Njukaslom zbog povrede, ali veruje da će biti spreman za duel četvrtfinala LŠ protiv Liverpula.

Napadač se povredio u toku prošle nedelje na šuterskom treningu uČelsijevom kampu, pa trener ekipe se ’Stamford Bridža’ Gus Hidink neće moći u subotu da računa na reprezentativca Obale Slonovače. "Imali smo šuterski trening, ali se Didije sapleo i povredio skočni zglob. On u subotu sigurno neće biti u timu, ali se iskreno nadam da će igrati u LŠ", izjavio je Hidink.

Drogba i Salomon Kalu u sredu su u Abidžanu igrali za nacionalni tim Obale Slonovače protiv Malavija, kada su poginula 22 navijača.

"Razgovarao sam sa njima o toj tragediji. To je mnogo važnije od običnih, svakodnevnih stvari koje se događaju u fudbalu. Trudićemo se da se njih dvojca što pre vrate u rutinu, ali ih nećemo pritiskati", objasnio je Hidink.

Umesto Drogbe u napadu Čelsija protiv Njukasla igraće francuski internacionalac Nikola Anelka koji ove sezone na mečevim Premijer lige 15 puta bio precizan.

Subotnjia utakmica biće i debi Alana Širera na klupi Njukasla. Legenda kluba sa severa engleske vodiće ekipu u poslednjih 8 kola šampionata engleske i pokušati da osigura opstanak u Prmijerligi.

"Izvesno je da će ekipa Njukasla igrati veoma borbeno, i siguran sam da neće izostati podrška sa tribina. Ubeđen sam da će to biti izuzetno treška utakmica. Širera odlično poznajem kao igrača, on zna kako da motiviše ekipu", istakao je holandski stručnjak.

Izvor: B92

nova pobjeda kako vidim pulu i ne ide nesto ma drugoj strani londona,ako i junajted ukenja protiv vile(sto je i nije nevjerovatno imajuci sve u vidu)trka za titulu postaje zanimljivija nego sto je iko mislio

92` Бенајун даје гол


Докле више....

Коментатор рече да је ово 8. (ОСМИ) гол у зауставном времену.

jebiga nista novo

Нови дресови Челсија би требало да изгледају отприлике овако:

Домаћи





Гостујући, базиран на дресу из 1984/85:





и Алтернативни:



Што се мене тиче ја лично нисам веровао да овако ружан дрес може да постоји и мислио сам да је нека зајебанција, али сад сам с уверио да није Челси једини који ће имати овакве дресове:



Ипак најгора ствар је што ово срање на дресу изгледа као грудњак.

da malo podignemo raspolozenje pred tekmu

From The Sunday Times
March 22, 2009

You're a bunch of overpaid nancies - and I love you
Why should anyone be held up by match traffic just so some thugs can watch a
Brazilian man falling over?
Jeremy Clarkson
Over the years I have argued that football is a stupid game in which 22
overpaid nancy boys with idiotic hair run around a field attempting to kick
an inflated sheep's pancreas into some netting while an audience of several
thousand van drivers beat one another over the head with bottles and chairs.

Nor could I understand how someone from Tooting could possibly support, say,
Manchester United, a team sponsored by those hateful bastards at AIG and
made up of players from Portugal, France, Holland and, in the case of Wayne
Rooney, Walt Disney. Where's the connection? What's the point?

I have also suggested that it's preposterous to have football stadiums in
the middle of cities. Why should anyone be delayed by match traffic just so
a handful of thugs can watch a Brazilian man falling over?

And as for those people who can't cope if their team loses. Give me
strength. If you get all teary-eyed just because someone from Latvia,
playing in a town you've never been to, for an Arab you've never met,
against some Italians you hate for no reason, has missed a penalty, how are
you going to manage when you are diagnosed with cancer?

I have always hated football, but then one day, out of the blue, my son
announced that he had become interested in Chelsea. This was a living
nightmare. If he'd said that he'd become interested in smoking, I could have
made all sorts of threats. If he'd said he'd become interested in
homosexuality, we could have talked. But a football team? I had no answers.
I didn't even have any questions.

However, because he spent so much time watching football on television, I
started pausing to watch. And I began to think that actually it's a very
beautiful game when it's played properly. And that the offside rule, really,
is no more complicated than the average power station. And then I started
picking up bits of information from the commentators, which meant, for the
first time ever, that when conversation with friends turned to football, I
could join in, instead of sticking my fingers in my ears and singing sea
shanties.

This meant that pretty soon people started asking if perhaps I'd like to go
to a game. And that's why last weekend I was at Stamford Bridge watching
Chelsea demolish a team I used to call Manchester City. But that I now know
is called Useless Money-Wasting Scum.

This was my first Premier League game and, ooh, it was good. When you're
there, rather than watching on television, you get an overall view, which
means you can see how the game works. You notice that Frank Lampard is like
a blackbird, always looking around to see where the hawks are. You see that
Carvalho runs with his arms up, like a begging puppy, and you work out that
Michael Essien always seems to be able to find a piece of the pitch that the
Useless Scum either hadn't noticed or were frightened of.

The other advantage of being there is that on television the microphones are
positioned so you can't hear the chants. I'd heard, of course, about this
mass spontaneity over the years, usually when a team is playing Liverpool.
"Sign on. Sign on. With a pen in your hand. Cos you'll ne . . . ver get a
job." Or: "The wheels on your house go round and round. Round and round.
Round and round."

There are others too. Plymouth Argyll refer to any team they play as
northern bastards. Then you have the Charlton fans who travelled down the M4
to Reading recently and, having failed to think of any suitable abuse, came
up with: "What's it like to live in Wales?"

The Chelsea fans topped all this last Sunday with a nonstop song, the lyrics
of which were: "F*** off, Robinho. F*** off, Robinho. F*** off, Robinho." I
joined in wholeheartedly, even though I wasn't entirely sure who Mr Robinho
was and why I wanted him to eff off so much.

No matter. It was all so brilliantly working class. Or it would have been,
had I not been seated in a private box just outside the no-jeans-allowed
Armani Lounge, where I'd feasted on smoked salmon and quaffed bucks fizz
before kickoff.

But I got a reminder of footballing's outside-khazi and
jumpers-for-goalposts roots when Chelsea scored. I turned and smiled a
patronising smile at the man sitting behind me, the former Independent
editor and all-round crap driver Simon Kelner. It turned out he was a big
fan of the Scum and, honestly, I thought he was going to kick my head off.

I wouldn't have blamed him. I used to be surprised that football fans fought
one another. Now, though, having experienced the white heat of pride and
tribalism first hand, I'm surprised they don't any more.

After the game I was taken to the Chelsea dressing room so that I could
admire all the players' penises - many were very enormous indeed. I talked
to Roman Abramovich, who was charming, and Lampard, who, having just run
around for 90 minutes, still found the energy to get the entire team to sign
my boy's Chelsea shirt. I don't do that for kids who come to the Top Gear
studio and I'm supposed to be the public-school-educated toff.

So there we are, then. I am now a football fan. I know this because in one
afternoon I learnt I'm not a football fan at all. I'm a fan of Chelsea.
Chelsea are the only team that can play. Chelsea players have by far the
most impressive reproductive organs. Stamford Bridge is my church. The men
who play there are my Gods.

In short, I have a team, and that's what's always been missing. Because I
was born in Doncaster.

jbt chelsea lepo pobedi a ovi kurtoni u zaostavnom i m.u. i liverpool