Derby win

What a week it's been for Frank. First his ex Elen Rives goes public with her pitiful tale of how she's holing up in a *dingy* flat in London with the two girls while Frank *parties* in his 8.5 million pound townhouse; and how she's been begging him to take her back but the heartless *b******** refuses to. Oh grow up Elen. You're the one who moved out.

Then there was that now famous *rant* on LBC Radio live, where Frank lambasted DJ O'Brien for calling him "scum" and insinuating that Frank was a bad father on air. Judging by the comments posted on the Internet, Frank seems to have won over the vast majority of fans and listeners alike with his passionate, eloquent defense and heartfelt response. Frank's a family man and always has been.

Adding to the ignominy of it all, the insensitive O'Brien had chosen to hold that live debate on the anniversary of Frank's mum's death.

And by some horrible coincidence, this weekend's match was to be at Upton Park, the arena of endless booing and bitter jealousy directed towards Frank. The fans had never forgiven him for moving to Stamford Bridge way back in 2001. Tough. Their loss was our gain.

Even in the 10 minutes I saw, Frank was magnificent. Every touch and pass was intelligent, masterful and perfectly controlled. He didn't lose his composure eventhough his every touch and corner was booed heartily by the stupid fans. The piece de resistance came when he provided the winning cross for Salomon Kalou to poke home the only goal of the game. Eventhough we dominated the second half, it still needed a brilliant Petr Cech save to keep out Noble's penalty. 1-0 Chelsea, our first derby win of the season, and 1-0 to Frank; against anyone who has ever doubted him.

At the end of the match, Frank was the last one off the pitch. To quote the telegraph, he milked the adulation of the Chelsea fans; cheering and celebrating with them and perhaps as a cheeky little gesture, tossed his shirt to a West Ham fan. MOTM and a true Chelsea hero.