Published: 12 April, 2013

FINALLY, fickle old spring has decided to turn up. How do I know? No, not the scary orange orb in the strangely blue sky, nor is it the disappearance of most of the ice from the men’s pond in Hampstead Heath.

No, the reason we all know it is spring is that The Crowing Dick has started to whine about Chelsea as, once again, they are the only London side still in the hunt for trophies. Let’s all try to forget about Millwall.

Bizarrely, this spring Richard has departed from his usual blubbing about how unfair it is that Chelsea keep their best players and win all the cups while the Goons have spent eight years and £550m to produce a team with a 50:50 chance of playing in, but never winning, the Champions League.

No, this spring poor old Rich is complaining about Chelsea supporters’ fickleness!

Being fickle, lest we forget, is the very essence of what makes Britain great and football supporters the greatest exponents of that trait.
I once chanted “donkey” and “England’s number one” at Kerry Dixon within 10 minutes of each other.

Without fickle we would be stuck with the same steaming pile of excuses, year in year out, for why the team has come nowhere near winning even the League Cup… oh wait, that is what the Gooners have enjoyed. As Stalin might have said: “You get what you put up with.”

BRUCE MACRAE, NW3