It is hard to argue against the theory that if Romelu Lukaku leaves Chelsea under 12 months after signing for a record-breaking £97m fee he will be labelled the club's worst-ever transfer.
How could this have happened? Lukaku was the sure thing, the long-awaited talisman to soothe our frustrating attacking woes. But if I have learnt anything from this disappointment, it is that longing for players you admire from a distance might not always have the healthiest outcome.
I loved watching Lukaku play for Inter, the way he'd brush off opponents with ease, and charge forward with the ball from the right channel with such conviction. When Lukaku got going, there was no stopping him.
