I apologize for not commenting on Chelsea's 2-1 FA Cup win over Wigan sooner -- but I've been asleep since the first half. For those who thought the relentless machine had died with the departure of The Special One, think again.
Chelsea, in its current form, is strikingly similar to the forceful, emotionless train of excellence that typified Mourinho's first year in charge; a team seething with a dark swagger -- every game a pocket three points. What is compromised with this air of invincibility -- that's eight wins in a row -- is style. It's as if the Blues' suck the life out of not only the opposing team but the game as well. Regardless, we are again feared and it's a great feeling. Sidenote: Comedic great Avram Grant may not be as Special but is proving a worthy successor (at least for the time being), even if his so-called "beautiful football" is nowhere to be found.
As for the match, Nic Anelka finally popped his cherry at Chelsea, dispatching a Belletti chip with the most clinical of finishes. He, then, set up SWP for an open-netter in the 82nd minute. Other than that, and a wonder volley from Cialis candiateTony Sibierski, the game was a bore -- not to be confused with a wild boar.