Two Chelseas.
One man.
Chelsea, his girl.
The one who taught him loyalty isn't a season, it's a lifetime. Who learned the offside rule on a Sunday and never let him forget the Tuesday after. Who wears the shirt better than he does and tells him so.
Chelsea, his club.
One hundred and twenty-one years of blue. The Shed End choir, the Bridge under lights, two Champions League stars stitched above the crest. New manager, new chapter, same shirt. Heartbeat in 4/4 time.