My Little Project: Remembering Chelsea 2012
Alright, so I got this idea buzzing in my head the other day. Started thinking about that Chelsea team from 2012. You know, the one that somehow did the impossible in Munich. It wasn’t just a fleeting thought; I decided to actually sit down and make a thing of it, like a proper memory jog, a personal project just for myself.
First thing I did was grab a piece of paper, old school style. No fancy apps or anything. Just wanted to see what I could pull straight from my brain. Started trying to list the main guys. You know, the obvious ones first.
- Cech in goal, absolute wall.
- Terry, the captain, even though he missed the final.
- Lamps, Mr. Chelsea himself.
- Drogba, the main man for the big moments.
Okay, that was the easy part. Then I pushed myself a bit. Who else was key in that run? Ashley Cole, obviously. Ivanovic, scored some big goals. David Luiz, crazy hair, crazy tackles, but stepped up in the final. Ramires, ran himself into the ground, missed the final too, right?
Digging Deeper
Then it got a bit fuzzy. I started scratching my head. Okay, midfield… Mikel, yeah, he played a lot that season, especially in Europe. Meireles? He was there too. Malouda? Mata, the little magician, he was crucial. Torres? Had his moments, like that goal against Barca, but wasn’t the main striker like Drogba.
I kept scribbling names down. Bosingwa played right-back in the final, didn’t he? Cahill came in January and became important pretty quick because of injuries. Kalou was often used, came off the bench a lot. Sturridge was around too, though maybe not as central in the Champions League part.
Had to really think about the fringe players, the backups. Turnbull was the second keeper. Bertrand had that surprise start in the final, out of nowhere on the wing. Essien was still there, but maybe past his peak or injured? Ferreira? Always reliable when needed.
Checking the Facts (The Annoying Part)
After I’d exhausted my own memory, I did allow myself to quickly look up the actual squad list and the key matches, just to see how close I got. Annoying when you forget someone obvious, or mix up who played when. But it wasn’t about being perfect first time. It was about the process, that feeling of digging through your own memories.
It’s funny how you remember certain things so clearly – Drogba’s header, Cech’s saves, that final penalty – but the supporting cast can fade a bit. Doing this little exercise, just sitting and recalling, really brought that whole crazy season back for a bit. Felt good, like dusting off an old photo album in my head.
