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Rodney, Dylan Thomas and inspiration

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It's a ******* disgrace

Blog commenter Chelsea provided me with the inspiration for this post in today's Rant Box.

Inspiration, there wasn't much of that visible at Stamford Bridge on Wednesday night. Perhaps Rodney Dangerfield can coax some from our players, and our manager, in the aftermath. Like Rodney, we seem to get no respect - not from critics and the mainstream mind you. He stuck it out, however, and, in the end, became a comedic legend. He also, in the face of immeasurable odds (an academic review), delivered one hell of a recital of a Dylan Thomas classic.

Take note, Carlo and company. This is how you respond to adversity.

Do not go gentle into that good night
By Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, 'Chelsea Football Club,' there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.