Details have just emerged from witnesses in Cardiff...

The ambulance rushing John Terry to hospital apparently skidded on a discarded leek and crashed into a tunnel support. The Chelsea and England Captain shot out of the rear doors on his trolley, straight into the path of an oncoming Artic. He sat up, slightly dazed, and was hit by several other cars while he pulled the tubes out of his nose and throat. After jogging the four miles back to the stadium, he leapt up the stairs two at a time, quickly posed for a couple of photos with delighted fans before battering open a fire door with his bare hands. Fighting off the attentions of seventeen yellow-jacketed taff Security Staff he finally reached the Chelsea Dressing Room, which was guarded by 4 of Roman's black suited ex-KGB goons. These were swiftly despatched with a flurry of headbutts and kicks before they could draw their Kalasnikovs and one was later found to have the number "26" scrawled on his cheek in (blue) blood. Bursting in, JT politely nodded to Roman, grabbed a magnum of Champagne, hauled Mourinho up onto his shoulders and stormed toward the Cup, roaring "I'M HAVING THAT!!!"

he leapt up the stairs two at a time?

no respect for his dodgy ankle, immature if you ask me, doesn't he realise he's quite a valuable player for us?

good post mate, I pictured every bit of it

You know what, I wouldn't be suprised if that story were true.

When it comes to our own JT nothing is impossible. Nothing can stop our defensive king!

P.S. According to The Sun Roman wasn't in the dressing room because he had already left. But I'd take your version over their any day

Details have just emerged from witnesses in Cardiff...

The ambulance rushing John Terry to hospital apparently skidded on a discarded leek and crashed into a tunnel support. The Chelsea and England Captain shot out of the rear doors on his trolley, straight into the path of an oncoming Artic. He sat up, slightly dazed, and was hit by several other cars while he pulled the tubes out of his nose and throat. After jogging the four miles back to the stadium, he leapt up the stairs two at a time, quickly posed for a couple of photos with delighted fans before battering open a fire door with his bare hands. Fighting off the attentions of seventeen yellow-jacketed taff Security Staff he finally reached the Chelsea Dressing Room, which was guarded by 4 of Roman's black suited ex-KGB goons. These were swiftly despatched with a flurry of headbutts and kicks before they could draw their Kalasnikovs and one was later found to have the number "26" scrawled on his cheek in (blue) blood. Bursting in, JT politely nodded to Roman, grabbed a magnum of Champagne, hauled Mourinho up onto his shoulders and stormed toward the Cup, roaring "I'M HAVING THAT!!!"

JT for the next James Bond

Another cfc-net member Bluenut

Another cfc-net member Bluenut

Been sussed 'copied from CFC.net' I should have added to the post

Sorry didnt mean to out you like that. I mean, it could have been you that wrote it of course, that wouldve been my story.

and one was later found to have the number "26" scrawled on his cheek in (blue) blood.

Classy !!!