No words...

can truly express yesterday. Chelsea lost to Man U on penalty kicks. My beloved John Terry had a chance to win it all for us, but he slipped and missed his penalty. It's completely surreal, and I've been unbelievably sad, sick and heart-broken. And knowing that John, our Captain, is taking the loss harder than ANY Chelsea fan makes me feel even worse.

John: I'm sending all of my love and support from Los Angeles. It's in the past now. Please keep your head up FOR US!


P.S. On another note, HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my Pops and to AJ. I'm sorry your birthday wishes are a part of this sad post, but I didn't have the energy to post anything until now.