It begins with 1 number, seemingly innocuous in the grand scheme of things, but it is everything to me…it depicts a miniscule distance but has far reaching implications in terms of the trajectory of my life…450nm. To the scientifically uninitiated nm depicts nanometres, I will leave the deciphering of the significance thereof to the curious elements within my blue brethren except to say Heed Our Anthem.
Another number of significance at this particular moment is 13, as in 13 seasons. Contained within that number is a myriad of numbers which in and off themselves tell a tale. 13 years, 211 goals, 3 League titles, 4 FA Cups, 2 League Cups, 1 Champions League and 1 Europa League to boot; and they dare compare a Scouser Red 8 to our Cobalt Blue Upright Infinite…A Scouser Red 8 whom in his years under the lipstick coloured banner (which lamely promises an end to solitude while trudging along) has more appearances and less accolades and less goals. I shudder at the sacrilege.
But the most important number is 7…7 wins or 7 unanswered goals in 7 games (1 in each match), that is all that is required for glory beyond measure to be bestowed upon all those whom if they had 2 lives would give both to Chelsea. 7 letters which if correctly assembled causes the air and the tongue to perform an intricate tango that results in sounding out the dearest thing to me. 7 to get to heaven, but 1 win on Saturday and it`ll 6 for us to get our fix; but 1 win on Tuesday next and it`ll be five then the bias pundits will take dive; but 1 win on Sunday and it`ll be 4 for us to pull off the ultimate score; a victory on Wednesday after next and it`ll be three for history…and then we`ll need 2 and then 1, and we`d have won, 1 and we`ll all be 1, 1 and we`ll have another one, 1 for the Special One, 1 for the one who gave so much for so many to smile, 1 for ONE Life, 1 for One Love, 1 for One Club.
They say we`re powered by money, but it has been told that money is not Power….Belief is Power so BELIEVE