Much as it might pain me to admit it, there’s no denying that Chelsea are deserving Premier League champions, better than the one-point differential that decided the destination of the title.
The way they’ve blown so many teams away – the spine-shy Wigan, Stoke and Aston Villa most spectacularly – and the gargantuan number of goals they’ve scored (into three figures) gives the lie to accusations dating back to the Special One’s time that they’re boring by numbers.
And this time they can’t be accused of buying the Barclays trophy, their third, given that the vast majority of those who contributed to their cause during the current campaign have been there for several seasons. Indeed, so much for the view just nine months ago that the Chelsea team, collectively, were over the hill.
However, after giving credit where it’s due – and I include Carlo Ancelotti, who’s now one just one of five managers to win the Premier crown during the hyper-inflated Sky era (Ferguson, Wenger, Mourinho and Dalglish being the others) – as a team they won’t win any popularity contents. John Terry lifting the trophy is an image I’ve thus far avoided.
Not for the first time, Didier Drogba’s behaviour on Sunday was, as Jamie Redknapp said, a disgrace, sulking after Frank Lampard wouldn’t let him take a first-half penalty, before going to on to help himself to a hat-trick and seal the golden boot. (Though you can bet John Higgins’s last pound that ’Arry’s lad would put it down to enthusiasm if an Englishman kicked up a stink in similar circumstances.)
Naturally everyone hopes Didier – who, if that’s your thing, can be seen in his undies on the front of Vanity Fair with Cristiano Ronaldo – scores six against poor Pompey at Wembley. As a trained accountant (it’s true), the Ivory Coast striker would probably have been better at balancing their books than some of the chancers who’ve been at the tiller in Fratton Park. Redknapp snr not included.