Messi Creates Chelsea Evolution?

[Santiago. 1,500]

It's all Leo Messi's fault.

The magical one, as prolific a scorer as has ever worn blue cleats, could have ended the problems before they began. But when faced with his God-given duty to save the world from the horror that is Chelsea dominance, he crashed his penalty kick off the bar in the 2012 Champions League semifinal. I hold the shaggy-headed Argentinian genius personally liable for the revolting Blue resurgence that has seen them march all the way to the top of the league table and the soccer universe while my acid reflux keeps matching pace.

Today, the Blues are European champions. Their odious leader, John Terry, has held the Champions League chalice aloft while convincing the British system of justice that Chelsea's cup-winning captain should be deemed as pure as the driven Tebow. With more ghastly silverware in his cabinet, jubilant owner Roman Abramovich decided to spend $125 million on new players rather than on another submarine for his yacht (or maybe he also bought the submarine; I’m not sure because it's been a while since I've been invited aboard).

Chelsea rampant. Financial fair play in tatters. All because of The Flea.

In a happier alternate reality, a place where Messi's spot kick is a few inches lower, Barcelona goes on to beat Chelsea on aggregate before crushing Bayern in the final. The Blues, coming off a sixth-place finish in the league -- their lowest in nine years -- have no Champions League soccer, Abramovich fires off a torpedo of outrage in the direction of Stamford Bridge resulting in another managerial casualty, and Chelsea sinks back into the murk of Claudio Ranieri-like mediocrity from which it arose. A considerably more joyful story, as I’m sure everyone on planet Earth would agree.

That eyesore of a gold star affixed to the Chelsea jersey: Messi’s mistake. Roberto Di Matteo and his smug bald pate sitting on the Bridge sidelines, expertly pulling the strings: Lionel’s legacy. Eden Hazard, potentially the most remarkable Belgian import since the waffle, and Chelsea's 3-0 start this season to help the leading London side challenge the hegemony of the two Manchesters -- all the fault of ... you guessed it.

The pain isn’t helped by Arsenal’s current incarnation of The Invincibles, a team seeking to go through an undefeated season during which it accumulates 39 points with no goals scored for or against. But that’s a story for another day, one when the scissors aren’t within arm’s reach.

For now, it’s the frightening prospect of Eden Hazard, bestriding the Prem like the great Gianfranco Zola once did, that gives Sir Alex Ferguson and Roberto Mancini the cold sweats. It’s easy to look at the young Belgian’s awards (twice voted best young player in the top French league before winning two best player awards) and realize he is prodigiously skilled, but isn’t there some unwritten law that dictates no Ligue One refugee can adapt to the searing pace and blunt physicality of the EPL without suffering whiplash for at least a few weeks -- or in Marouane Chamakh’s case, 12 months and counting?

Still, anyone who followed Hazard last season can't really be surprised by his seamless transition. If you can make Joe Cole look good in a Lille shirt, you can inject verve and excitement into a Chelsea team that bored its way to the European summit last season. In his first three league games for the Blues, Hazard has made a mockery of the accepted wisdom that the Prem is the world's most difficult league in the world in which to play. It’s not just that the 21-year-old has had a seismic impact with a goal and four assists; rather, it’s that he’s made everyone around him better. Think a pocket-sized Zinedine Zidane with considerably better hair.

In just two weeks, Hazard has raised his sights from the improbable (resuscitating Cole’s career) to the miraculous (resuscitating Fernando Torres' career). After a sustained period of irrelevancy matched only by Danica Patrick, the beleaguered striker had begun to show flashes of his old world-class self in the final stages of Chelsea’s CL run, benefiting from an improved understanding with his fellow Spaniard, Juan Mata.

With Hazard, though, Torres has achieved something approaching a Vulcan mind meld. Their slick interchanges have resulted in two league goals for El Nino, including Saturday’s swerving, outside-of-the-right-foot toe-poke in traffic against Newcastle, a sublime final touch to an instinctive back-heel from Hazard.

The palpable joy on Torres’ face when the ball bulged the net, coupled with the comfort of knowing that he no longer has to struggle in the muscular shadow of Didier Drogba, suggests that we may finally see the Torres who lit up Anfield before being seduced by Roman's filthy lucre.

If body language gives any insight into a person’s psyche, then Torres' tortuous demons may finally be exorcised. His signature slouch that used to scream "Why the hell is the goal so small?" has been replaced by a sassy strut that hollers "Look at me! I'm a pretty lad who can't stop scoring!"

And it's this confident, almost brazen, approach that saw the Chelsea striker win a soft penalty against Newcastle, followed by a later booking for doing an Ashley Young in the area after being knocked over by the breeze caused by Fabricio Coloccini sliding on the floor in close proximity.

Of course, there’s no guarantee that Torres can maintain his newfound mojo, just as no one can vouchsafe that Abramovich will not become impatient when Chelsea goes through its inevitable, annual can-we-have-a-new-manager-as-we’re-done-with-this-one seasonal rite of passage. It’s even possible, though increasingly unlikely, that Hazard will turn into another fast-starting Chelsea import like Adrian Mutu (without the positive test for cocaine) or that Fuming Frank Lampard, who stayed rooted to the bench Saturday, will chafe at his lack of playing time.

Unfortunately, it doesn’t feel like that kind of year for Chelsea. Its resurrection at the Nou Camp has seemingly lifted the club to new heights, so much so that even Sideshow Luiz is looking strong and confident, all because the greatest player of our lifetime soiled the bed and allowed Chelsea its glorious catharsis.

Damn you, little Leo.

http://soccernet.esp...g/id/47?cc=5901

Entertaining read

[Kieran. 6,317]

I hate David Hirshey, typical bitter Gooner cunt.

[Jype 6,398]

[Jase 43,479]

Going by the same logic, shouldn't then we credit Cole for our evolution with his goal line clearance at San Paolo?

[HNKS 508]

Read the first part and gave up. What a prick, the article is based on ifs and buts and how happy everyone would be if we never won the champions league. Fucking garbage.

[Justin_3d 1,140]

Surely this must have been him!

[Santiago. 1,500]

Funniest shit I've read all month

[Tomo 21,681]

Maybe we should remind the author of that piece how Arsenal would have a Champions League trophy themself right now if Henry didn't exercise his art of serial cup final bottling in Paris.

[Santiago. 1,500]

Don't think there is a player out there that has a worst scoring Cup final record than Henry

[termninja 5,290]

Hahahahahahahahahaha.

Hahaha.

Ahahahahaha.

What a waste of oxygen...

Anyway, at least something cool in that article

In his first three league games for the Blues, Hazard has made a mockery of the accepted wisdom that the Prem is the world's most difficult league in the world in which to play. It’s not just that the 21-year-old has had a seismic impact with a goal and four assists; rather, it’s that he’s made everyone around him better. Think a pocket-sized Zinedine Zidane with considerably better hair.

David Hirshey I'm sending you a big kiss mate, now fuck of and mind your own bussiness. We have teams to beat, goals to score and titles to win ! :cfc:

[zolayes 14,489]

love to see the gooners weeping....wonder if they will score this season,,Invincibles become invisibles

[Naked Mole Rat 437]

He's bitter because he can no longer call us shit because we don't have history (whatever the fuck that means). SUCK IT ARSENAL HAHAHAHA

But seriously, this is an embarrassing piece of shit. How old is this guy?

[termninja 5,290]

What really hurts the opposition fans now is that they can no longer slate us for unattractive football and no CL trophy

Deal with it lads

[zolayes 14,489]

He's bitter because he can no longer call us shit because we don't have history (whatever the fuck that means). SUCK IT ARSENAL HAHAHAHA

But seriously, this is an embarrassing piece of shit. How old is this guy?

older than me ,,,he can remember when gooners won things

[OneMoSalah 8,613]

What a dick the guy who wrote that is. HHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. LOOOOL.

[Blue Armour 4,162]

http://soccernet.esp...g/id/47?cc=5901

Entertaining read

Is David Hirshey, Morgan Pier's alias?

[CFC86 13]

Can someone remind that douche bag writer that even with messi's goal we would still have advanced to the final. You know it doesn't surprise me that ESPN is publishing this crap either, all they do is dick ride messi. Let me know when "the greatest player in the world" scores on the European Champions.fu k this writer and fuck espn, I got a star on my shirt now.

[Jase 43,479]

Can someone remind that douche bag writer that even with messi's goal we would still have advanced to the final. You know it doesn't surprise me that ESPN is publishing this crap either, all they do is dick ride messi. Let me know when "the greatest player in the world" scores on the European Champions.fu k this writer and fuck espn, I got a star on my shirt now.

No. We would not. If you look at the just scoreline, then yes but in the context of the game, had Messi scored, we would have been 3-1 down with just 10 men. Barcelona won't be throwing the kitchen sink at us at the end like they did and Torres wouldn't have gotten the chance that he got.