It was the longest run-up of his life, as he paced himself before puffing his chest out, lightly treading towards the centre-spot, and calmly stroking the ball past Manuel Neuer into the bottom corner. Wheeling away in sheer ecstasy, it had been the culmination of eight years of hard work for the Ivorian - in the back of his mind, he knew this was would be his final act for the club of his heart, and what better way to go out than a champion of Europe? The Blues would have to bid adieu to Didier Drogba, their saviour in Munich, within a couple of weeks of that glorious Champions League final, as he announced that he would be leaving the club for pastures new in China. An era had well and truly been extinguished, as their prolific powerhouse waved goodbye to an adoring London public. But with a bond co-existing between club and player, was it really ever going to be a goodbye of any real finality? Within two years, Chelseas hero was back at the club. Having found the grass to be a rather muckier shade across the water, it didnt take much enticing from old boss Jose Mourinho to coax him back to Stamford Bridge. Similar to Etoos move the previous summer, it seemed a strange move to offer a contract to a 36 year old, considering Romelu Lukakus growing impatience at a lack of game-time. Its no surprise that within five days of the Ivorian returning, Lukaku had tied up a move to Everton, clearly put out by Mourinhos decision to place more faith in a striker 15 years his senior.
Recent Journalism & New Media graduate. Insatiable thirst for all things football, and hopes to break into the field of sports journalism in the near future.
Have made a significantly insignificant playing career out of receiving several slaps around the head for not passing the ball.
