I think it’s fair to say I’ve never really hidden my dislike for Didier Drogba very well and there are plenty of times I reassure myself that I’m justified. I mean, aside from the football—which I know he’s quite capable of when he feels like it—he’s just a bit of an arse at times. And I think I’m being generous there.
You see, he constantly let’s me down.
Here was I, when he first came to Chelsea—and was getting slated on a regular basis by the way—championing his cause and saying he’d come good. He might not have been banging in the goals but he was a workhorse and that’s a quality I’ve always had a soft spot for when it comes to players.
He looked like he could give a shit less and that mattered to me. Of course, we were later to hear that he actually wanted out of Chelsea from the word go, but still, the effort was there and that was to be respected.
And just as I’d hoped, Mourinho persevered with the Ivorian and he did indeed come good—very good in fact—banging in goals for fun and making himself a firm favourite.
And yet from day one, we’ve had to put up with stories about him wanting to leave—quotes from his own mouth for the most part.
We’ve had his diving—which although pretty embarrassing, has been by and large forgiven because he makes up for it along the way. We’ve had his handbags on the pitch against just about anyone—even his own team-mates—again overlooked because, well, because he’s Didier Drogba.
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