I'm haunted by the dreams I drowned with excuses, but maybe the life I'm living now is the dream I learned how to swim...
A writer/poet from yonder... 🥀
I recall being posted to a village in Abeokuta for NYSC. I hated that village, God. No light, no water, just loads of goats, pigs & chickens. But there's this fog every morning, you could barely see through the morning midst. I've never seen something so astonishing. 1/3
That at the cathedral of heroes, there's a fountain of eulogy to reach for & there's a lava of scrutiny to burn the palms of whoever gives less than the standard required to bleed for this club. This isn't a night for the faint hearted, even bloodbaths require bravery. Shields up
This is a test in many ways. A test of nerves, a test for the new leadership core, a test for the physical & technical state of the squad & a test of Xabi's faith in each individual when his main soldiers are out in the cold. Every footballing questions will be asked tonight.
How the squad responds might yet be far from what Xabi's dream Chelsea might look like, as the days are still early. The gaze will be different tonight. Whoever wants to be the hero should prepare for the stings, whoever wants to be the villain should understand the consequences.
Brentford are not just a swarm of bodies, they are a coordinated colony, searching for the smallest fracture in the opposition's armour. Every misplaced pass, every careless transition, every moment the Chelsea defensive line loses its shape, the bees will smell it.
Under the cold Brentford sky, the hive stirs. Bees don't surrender their territory, they swarm, they sting & they turn disorder into opportunity. Xabi's Caicedoless Chelsea must enter the hive with courage & caution, or the colony will cover them in a thousand painful stings. 1/4
@cfc_anv Xabi’s Chelsea is meant to hunt like a pack & breathe like one organism. Fluid in possession, ruthless in the press, patient in construction & explosive in transition. We don't want possession, we want to command space. Not just to attack, but to suffocate. Patience, my friend.
All it took for Sanchez was one game away at Fulham, everyone won't be replaced by a youngster, the policy has changed, there's a veteran somewhere who wants crumbs of such ambitious surroundings. They're willing to walk on hot coals to have a taste of such elite football.
The time ticks for Hato as well, potential isn't enough, you can ask Misha. it's just potential, it's not immunity. The mistakes are pilling up, the substitution at half time vs Hull was a signal. The ecosystem is speaking, the forest does not explain itself. It simply remembers.
Gusto should be worried, not because he is finished, but because talent without consistency makes the pack vulnerable. The clock is ticking, just like it did for Sanchez, Tosin, Trev, Disasi, Delap, Benoit, Sterling & those whose careers were buried in a tomb of time.
When the climate changes in the wild, the survivors are those capable of changing their behaviour, this should be the case at any elite club. Chelsea under Alonso is a quiet brutal law of nature, every mistake leaves a scent for another predator to unseat you.
The climate is changing under Xabi, I promise you. Elite football is not a museum, you can't live forever as a hot prospect. Xabi doesn't want a squad protected from consequences, he demands a squad terrified of wasting it's potential. Everyone must burn with the same desire. 1/4
Whoever said pictures don't lie, didn't lie. This is unforgivable. You could do that to the board, but to your teammates? Glad he's out of my club, man.
I've never seen such a perfect LCB in my entire life. Incredible frame. Elite carrying. Fizzes it through the grass like a stone traveling on a river. Threads it through the tiniest of spaces with so much audacity. He is the standard and beyond. An absolute unicorn. 🔥🔥🔥
Steve must learn the ways of this club, the ways of this League & the burns that comes with carrying its expectations. The game is brutal, the expectations are wild & applause can become grenades of boos. Even the gods do not hasten what they have ordained to ripen. Be careful.
& there are those whom the gods, in their rare generosity, fashion differently. Everyone must protect the boy. Give him responsibility, but in measured doses. Give him expectations, but let the expectations grow alongside him. Let every new burden be earned rather than imposed.
Thus, there's no need to be rushed into the spotlight, rather be eased into it. For to thrust a great gift upon the throne before it has ripened is not courage, it is negligence. Be careful. There are those who are born with ordinary talents
Do not make Estêvão a prisoner of his own talent by rushing his coronation, this is a boy whose potential may alter the fortunes of this club. So be carefull, the danger in rushing his journey is that he starts to see every bad game as a betrayal to his enormous destiny. 1/3
deliberate where he was careless, disciplined where he was weak, and silent where his pride once demanded noise. So let him return. We will have him with open arms. For a man's greatest victory is not that he never falls. It is that, having fallen, he refuses to remain there.