It was to be a season of celebration. One need only take a peek at the kits for the year, featuring golden accents, to see that we were the Champions of Europe. And boy did we know it. But not only that, we wanted everyone to know it.
We Know What We Are
I can remember the first time I heard it. My ears perked up. "Are they saying what I think they're saying?" And just like that, I had a flashback to that night (or afternoon). All the despair, resolute determination, turned elation, morphing into absolute ecstasy that only such a parabolic Champions League Final can bring. It didn't matter that they called us lucky, it didn't matter that our style (or supposed lack thereof) wasn't fit for a champion. The fact of the matter was that we CONQUERED THE CONTINENT.
Retooled. Reloaded. Revolution. The signings we made in the summer were dwarfed by the saga that was dangerous for many a team. Some might've called it a Hazard. Our new toys, which included a Brazilian Maestro, a Nigerian Dynamo, and a German who reminded one person of a certain Argentine (apparently). Things started off shaky, but then again it was only a glorified friendly (right? RIGHT?). That built-in excuse would help ease our pain later on, when a mere 2 victories would see us conquer the world, so to speak. But since we don't care about "friendlies" surely we'd fare better in competitions we took seriously right?
We Know What We Are
WRONG. Before scoring a number of goals that would make you do a double-take (for the wrong reasons) against Swansea, our fortunes had already been going south. Let's play a game: How many competitions did Chelsea bow out of so far? Champions League? Check. League Cup? Check. Club World Cup? Check. Add to that 11 points (that's all?) off the top of the table? The loss of a beloved club figure didn't make anything easier, especially upon hearing that it may have been spurned on by one of the tyrant's targets broadening his linguistic horizons. A season first thought to bring even more excitement as the dawn of a new era now seems to be devoid of glory and filled with mediocrity (relatively speaking).
Champions of Eur...Eh...That's Enough For Now...
Now I'm not going to tell anyone how to root for their team. Whether you've been a fan for 50 years or 50 days you support the club, and are entitled to your opinion. But a chant that was created to display pride in our historic accomplishment now feels more like an annoying reminder of a struggling club trying to excuse its problems with past victories. If this sounds familiar, a certain team who we poke fun at, Liverpool, knows exactly what I'm talking about. If we are going to make fun of them for it, then we should at least hold ourselves to the same standard.
I am very proud in our Champions League title, but there comes a time where you need to move forward and keep improving, especially for a club that should want to prove that our title wasn't a fluke. As sad as it is, just ask Roberto Di Matteo how much resting on your accomplishments gets you. This season has been a nightmare for many Chelsea fans, but it is one that will make our future triumphs that much sweeter. As always Keep The Blue Flag Flying High. Because that's what you do, when you bleed Blue.