A blog of two halves

The west London derby looms, and attention switches to Craven Cottage after a seismic fortnight for the earthquake-prone Blues.

It’s been a couple of weeks to forget for Queens Park Rangers.

It isn’t a question of if, but when.

Wanted. Manager. No previous silverware necessary. Must be willing to work for £5million per year, plus generous cigarette allowance.

It is hard for a Fulham fan to extract positives from Saturday’s lunchtime match against Manchester United.

Not so long ago, before a crucial international fixture, the Telegraph sport section devoted its front page to a huge picture of Wayne Rooney with just three words of text: ‘Cometh the hour’.

Chelsea are as stable as a one-legged drunk in a wind tunnel.

The arrival of loan striker (and, seemingly, lone striker) Gonzalo Higuain, and the departure of Alvaro Morata, fills Chelsea fans with hope.

William Reginald Herbert is not someone that you would expect to find mentioned in this blog.

As I walked along the riverside after Sunday’s match against Spurs I overheard a comment that caught my attention.