Chelsea’s last two games have left me questioning what’s real, and what isn’t. By the end of their epic 4-4 draw with Manchester City I felt like Agent Kujan in the final scene of mystery crime thriller, The Usual Suspects.
When Cole Palmer dispatched a clinical penalty to secure a thoroughly deserved point for The Blues my coffee cup fell to the floor and smashed into pieces. The dots joined before my eyes. Everything I believed about Chelsea so far this season had been a lie.
