Just curious, really, what Mourinho thinks of him.
I was just thinking about him the other day and thinking we'd have a chance with a January bid. Mourinho really doesn't seem to rate him (he only let him have a few minutes in the first game and then zilch - usually not even a sub!) He'd give us bite, dynamism and pace - why not at least have a try?
Scott Parker's diary, Weds 29th Sept..
The phone rings, it's Jose! Ukelele is injured and Frank Lampard has tweaked a nasal hair whilst shaving, he tells me that he's picked me for the team tonight against Porto! It's going to be live on telly and what's more I'm selected to play centre midfield and Sven and Tord are both going to be there watching! With Stevie Gerrard out injured it's my big chance to impress and I'm gonna grasp it with both hands! World Cup 2006 here I come! Then the alarm clock goes off, it's 8am - damn it was all a dream :-(
10am - I park my new Bentley motor at the Bridge, I'm not allowed to park it in the 1st team car park anymore, I'm in the muddy field at the back for the reserves I park next to their Escorts and Cortinas...
12am - I'm picked last again in the 11-a-side training match, I'll show them though, I'll play a blinder...
12.03am - Damn, Smertin has just arrived late, he's joined my team and I'm now on the bench...
2pm - Lunch time - I find myself last in the queue, but just as i'm about to get served, Makele arrives, pushes in and is served the last sausage. Chips it is then - good for my complexion though...
4pm - Jose calls a team selection meeting. Just before it begins, he calls out to me "Parker you're in"...my heart skips a beat..."my way lad, I can't get to the flip chart"...
4.30pm - I'm not in, but I think he's saving me - a Chelsea XI are playing a charity match against a Deaf School from Germany on Friday afternoon, he might need me for that and playing against German teams will be good practice for the next World Cup, I go the boot room to give my boots an extra polish. Didier Drogba walks in, he has such a good sense of humour, he pretends not to recognise me and asks me to give his boots a polish too...
6.00pm - I turn up to the stadium, but I've forgotten my pass "sorry son, you're in the wrong place" says the doorman at the player's entrance..."catering staff go through that door over there" - I decide to go home...
7.00pm - Arrive home...
8.00pm - What Not To Wear Is On - I pick up a few handy tips...
9.45pm - Flip over to Sky Sports, Chelsea have won 3-1...
9.46pm - I resign myself to a season in the stands...
11.00pm - Phone rings, apparently Cardoso Tiago is now playing centre midfield against the Deaf School on Friday, I'm not needed...
11.30pm - I cry myself to sleep, "Why oh why, did I leave Charlton??!!"


