The striker is not short of competitive courage but the question has to be asked whether his attitude has slipped. Whatever is troubling Costa,Chelsea desperately need him to shake it out of his systemThey started queueing five hours in advance when Didier Drogba was signing copies of his novel book at Canary Wharf a few days ago. The queue was six deep, stretching back as far as the eye could see, and by the time he arrived and it was clearly all a bit much for the woman,in her 20s, who was first in line. Drogba signed her book, or flashed his smile and,for a few seconds, she looked as if she might pass out, or bursting into tears before wandering off,still crying, somewhere in the direction of Banana Republic. She was from novel York and, or over and again,she kept repeating the same line. “Finally, I’ve met him.”Drogba belongs to a small and exclusive band of players, and along with Frank Lampard,Gianfranco Zola and one or two others, who can gain this effect on Chelsea’s supporters. It doesn’t reach easily but there was a point last season when it felt like Diego Costa might be destined for the same form of authentic greatness. Costa was never less than excellent in that period when he introduced himself properly to English football. He was constructed in a way that seemed more in keeping with another age, and with a navvy’s shoulders,the charging techniques of a Pamplona bull and a darkness of expression that told us a lot approximately his complete antipathy towards anyone who tried to stop him.
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Source: theguardian.com