Chelsea’s game against Leicester on Wednesday night was much more of a spectacle than it needed to be in my opinion. But, crikey, it was a good watch. On the same pitch where Mutu once took a free kick with his right and scored with his left, José’s men, carrying a few injuries (none more noticeable than those upfront), playing a team on the back of four straight wins, taking them out of the relegation zone for the first time since November.
It was one of those business end of the season matches; top vs near bottom, played in the week due to fixture congestion (Chelsea were too busy beating Spurs at Wembley when this match was due to be played) and so predictable in terms of outcome, all it could do was go wrong. And it nearly did.
Lessons can be learnt at the top, and having had time to reflect, we are able to take a look back.
Let’s talk about Didier
Now, he scored, yes. Great. 7 goals this seasons, considering his age and amount of appearances, is superb. But, with Drogba it’s beginning to feel similar to when my family dog had aged to the point where his bladder was in charge of his life, but no one quite has the heart to drive him to vet one last time. We love him. A Drog is for life, not just for Munich. But, maybe, as my dad said to me back then – “it’s time.”
Drogba took a bit of battering on social media (prior to scoring, may I add), but is any of this his fault? It’s not like Chelsea are lacking strikers elsewhere; with Patrick Bamford having a great time at Middlesborough, and Monday’s victory in the FA Youth Cup, is it time Mourinho started listening more to Whitney Houston and believing that children are the future?
Fro fro fro, is magic
Gary Neville’s hammer met the nail on the head when he labelled Will.i.an as underrated, he also claimed that every club would “love a player like him” and he’s not wrong. Willian is walking proof that stats only tell half the story – not blessed with goals, and often not laying it on a player, the little man with the big hair works harder than any other midfielder, and on his day, barely puts a foot wrong. He was our best player on Wednesday and rightfully awarded Man of The Match.
From back to front
Watching John Terry this season is like when Neighbours bring back a character but with a younger, fitter, different actor who never fluffs his lines – a bit strange, definitely unexpected, but ultimately quite good. JT has been outstanding, he’s wound back the clock to the last time he lifted the trophy and I can’t wait to see him lift it again. Terry scored the winner and was as imperious at the back as he has been all season.
Nigel Pearson hates Ostriches
As well as looking like a small town’s nightclub bouncer Pearson is wholeheartedly subscribed to the movement of mental breakdowns in press conferences. The man has broken into the top 4 pushing Christian Gross’ train ticket down to fifth, Pearson’s “you’re an ostrich” hasn’t yet made it into the automatic qualification position with Benitez and Keegan holding the top 2 spots. Pearson has time in his side, however.
Mourinho’s magic drink
While Ramires was taking care of business by investing heavily into the stock market for Top Corner Scenes, Mourinho was cleaning his recently scuffed suede shoes with whatever it is that he keeps in his Lucozade bottle. He learnt to scotch guard his suede, we learnt that he doesn’t really pay attention unless his whole outfit is on point.
One game left now, pretty much. Beat Pardew and it’s ours again. Can’t wait to see Steven Gerrard lead the guard of honour. We’ll go again, he won’t.
