Chalobah deserves better!

 Sitting at the pinnacle of helplessness, realising and watching as something you know that should not have happened is happening and you are powerless against it. Some might think it an exaggeration but not me, that's just how highly I rate Trevoh Chalobah.

I do genuinely believe that Trevoh Chalobah is our second best defender behind Colwill, maybe even better than Colwill. Proud in a way that both are from Cobham and that both are our own. But this also sheds light on the influx of "fans" who are more driven by social media validation rather than what it means to support a club. The fact that they judge a player of the quality of Chalobah not based on his footballing ability but how he looks. The word "aesthetics" and its related terms have poisoned the young minds into seeing football through a narrow tunnel. 

Maybe he does not fit into the stereotypical mould of a centre half. Maybe he does not have the "vibes" or "aura" that you need in the modern view of football watched by the blind. Because to watch Chalobah play for Chelsea and focus on the football would only be scratching the surface. Because Trevoh Chalobah is the embodiment of the dreams of a thousand children who go to sleep and think of the Chelsea shirt. He is the embodiment of the lengths one can reach through hard work and determination. The power faith can have and how far it can guide. The strength and belief through which he weathered every storm since making his debut. 

The debut in which he scored a stunner, The debut in which he sank to his knees as Stamford Bridge erupted into applause. The feelings, the emotions laid bare. Chelsea shining through, this was a Chelsea boy who became a Chelsea man. This was a boy who had lost his mother. The strength in his soul and in his bones to be there, in that moment and to score. Tears and emotions. Chelsea, through and through. 

This was a man who had taken the toughest blow the world could throw at him and he survived. He persevered. He walked and then he ran. All for the badge. The last world class coach this club employed saw it. Gave him his debut and Trevoh Chalobah did not disappoint. He started the four finals Chelsea played in that year and kept two clean sheets against Liverpool and lost out, through penalties. The other two? Chelsea won. 

The following season was turbulent to the point where individuals became less and the club as a whole stood on too shaky ground. Its very foundations were exposed as the new chefs got to cooking what turned out to be an undercooked meal. The season was crowned with the glorious achievement of surviving in the Premier League with the help of their coach for the season. 

And in what is proving to be his final season, it was with his regular consistency and quality that Chalobah performed. It is no surprise that the better second half of the season coincided with the return of Chalobah to the first team. But lest we forget, they tried to hound him out as well at the beginning of the season. And the jackals were not pleased by the Chelsea man not wanting to leave his boyhood club. 

So, they left him. But do they not realise that this is his home? Chalobah is Chelsea and Chelsea is his home.  A lot of words from me which may or may not mean anything to anyone. But as a Chelsea fan, seeing a Chelsea boy being driven out of the club he loves does not sit right with me and I have chosen this platform to express my feelings. 

A premature end to this post but I thank anyone who has chosen to read this. Thank you and never forget, Chalobah is Chelsea.