MY Arsenal family have disowned me.

’Er indoors chooses to sleep in the spare room. And the dog shows its teeth every time I say hello.

I have been told in no uncertain terms that I should be shouting from the rooftops for a Chelsea victory in the Champions League Cup Final on Saturday.

But I can’t.

It would mean, of course, that Spurs, the hated enemy at the end of the Seven Sisters Road in North London, would fail to qualify for the competition next season.

Sorry. But I don’t want Chelsea to beat Bayern Munich. Because I cannot stand Roman Abramovich.

This is the man who opened the floodgates for the foreign invasion and ownership of our game.

And who former chairman Ken Bates describes thus: “Roman doesn’t care about Chelsea. It just feeds his ego. He uses it as a toy, a plaything. Something he picks up when he is bored.”

Football’s Citizen Kane would be unbearable in victory. And give him the ammunition to believe that he truly rules the world.

I still cherish the days when football belonged to the fans. When the institution that is Manchester United was owned by a local butcher – Louis Edwards. When Liverpool belonged to the local Moores family.

Now we have Cowboys such as the Glazers, John W Henry and Kroenke. And Indians at Blackburn.

It is wrong. Because the beautiful game is now all about ego.

And a Barclays Premier League which is a licence to print money. Sheik Mansour bin Zahed bin Sultan Al Nahyan was nowhere to be seen when Manchester City stopped the heartbeat of a nation last Sunday, preferring to watch the game back home in Abu Dhabi on TV. Great.

John Terry doesn’t escape my wrath either.

No words are more pathetic than those of stand-in skipper Frank Lampard who insists: “We all want John to lift the cup with us on the winner’s rostrum.”

Terry is suspended, of course, because of his senseless, shameful sending-off in Barcelona when the heroic 10 men held out against all the odds. Terry should be sent to Coventry. Not Munich.

It is well documented how Terry has abused the office of England captain.

And he stands trial in July over alleged racist abuse, which has torn the dressing-room apart.

So much for a happy, harmonious England in Euro 2012.

Pardon my cynicism – but that is the real reason why Rio Ferdinand has been dropped from the squad. And I don’t care what Woy says.

Opinion is divided, too, here in Weymouth.

The Terras’ self-styled Gary Neville, the one and only Mickey Greeno (thank God there is not another) says: “No I don’t agree. I want a British club to win.”

He is still crying in his sleep after United lost the title and adds: “I may be United through and through but it won’t stop me cheering on Chelsea on Saturday.”

Security guard Mark from the Ally Gardens and a big Liverpool fans says: “Abramovich doesn’t care about Chelsea. Only himself. That’s why foreign ownership of our clubs is all wrong. And at Liverpool how we have suffered because of it.

“Even if Chelsea pull it off he will sack Di Matteo because he is not high-profile enough. Or he might get a season before Guardiola is ready.”

No one is more proud to be British than me. I cheered Celtic on in 1967. United in 1968. And Liverpool in the glory years of Paisley. And Stevie G more recently in Istanbul.

But Abramovich in Munich on Saturday? No thank you.