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Chelsea have basically dominated the first half from the first minute to the last, yet as has been the case so often this season, failed to truly make their chances count.
Over a dozen shots - 14, to be accurate - about a third of which were on target. Multiple excellent chances, some lovely interplay, even some decent crossing. But football is a strange game. Even our goal came more from individual enterprise and a bit of luck rather than some scintillating passing move: Eden Hazard, the team's leading scorer, picked the ball up on the left, dribbled past a couple Swansea defenders, cut in onto his right foot and let it fly. It wasn't the greatest shot - although we should commend him for actually taking the shot, unlike several instances in past matches - but somehow it wriggled between and through the combination of Ashley Williams and the goalkeeper Gerhard Tremmel.
The goal was followed by a few minutes of Swansea pressure, but then normal service was restored. Juan Mata and Hazard resumed their telephatic understandings, Oscar was here, there, and everywhere, and Samuel Eto'o managed to waste another glorious chance. Chelsea strikers, eh?
At least we're winning. UP THE BLUES!