Last night I was watering my terrace herbs—mint and coriander, nothing fancy—and I thought, this Chelsea club is like my scooter: new manager every season, same old engine coughing. They keep buying shiny parts from outside but never let our Cobham boys run more than a few kilometers. Maybe if they stopped treating the academy like a spare tyre and gave it some real road, we'd see a bit of 'saaru' football; my mother used to say, "If you keep changing the driver, even a good cart will get stuck.
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