Sunday, May 16, 2010

portsmouth 1-0 fa cup final





Sunday Times

Woodwork is no bar to Chelsea glory

Chelsea 1 - Portsmouth 0: Jonathan Northcroft Football correspondent at Wembley

Explain this. The first half: five Chelsea efforts strike the woodwork, one possibly bounces across the line, Salomon Kalou perpetrates the Miss of the Millennium, but somehow 45 minutes finish goalless. The second period: even more demented. A player from each side wastes a penalty, Kevin-Prince Boateng fatally, more open goals are squandered, both captains might be sent off but only one — belatedly — is booked. The match stats: 30 shots to Chelsea, four to Portsmouth. The scoreline: incredibly, just 1-0.

The aftermath: Portsmouth players crying, their manager greets full-time by burying his head in his hands and rails in his post-match press conference. Yet Portsmouth fans grin, embrace and sing out their Pompey Chimes with the greatest pride they have known in years of supporting their team. And let’s not even try to explain how Pompey got to Wembley in the first place nor, given the fiscal plughole the blood of this club is whirling down, where they go from here. This was a day when Fergie’s famous “football? bloody hell” comment seemed an understatement and cliches about the FA Cup and fairytales seemed criminally under-hyped.
Carlo Ancelotti, who became the first manager to lead Chelsea to the Double, released an autobiography called “Preferisco La Coppa”. The title translates into English as “I prefer the cup” but in Italian “Coppa” is also a cut of ham. This final was sliced straight from football’s funny bone and even the urbane Italian had problems digesting it. “I have never hit the post five times in one half in my life. Strange, very strange,” he said. On the sixth occasion Chelsea struck the goal frame the ball went in. Didier Drogba, for the third time, scored in an FA Cup final and his juicy strike from a 59th-minute dead ball was a fittingly vivid way to settle this game.
Drogba’s free kick was 25 yards out and at an angle where it was difficult for a right-footed player, without using spin, to convert. It was a tremendous strike, which exploited a careless gap between Aruna Dindane and Jamie O’Hara in the barrier David James had lined up. The ball flashed to the goalkeeper’s left, hitting the inside of his post and cannoning into his net. Moments earlier, Boateng had missed Pompey’s chance to turn a manic match into a miraculous one.
They — or rather the timbers behind James — had weathered Chelsea’s early onslaught. They had emerged from their dressing room re-energised by Avram Grant’s team-talk. They were enjoying possession at last, finally finding a way to force Chelsea back and — Ancelotti observed — causing them to commit silly fouls.
Boateng was their livewire and had just dipped a superb volley just over Petr Cech’s bar after a free kick. Dindane beat Juliano Belletti, a substitute for Michael Ballack, who Boateng left lame with a nasty challenge. Dindane breached Chelsea’s box, Belletti brought him down and Boateng stood over the penalty. He’s German, so he couldn’t possibly miss — except that Boateng already had this season, failing from the spot in Paul Hart’s last game in charge, at Stoke. His penalty was a feeble one, down the middle, half-paced, and Cech saved with his foot. Boateng’s miss, and the swift punishment meted out bu Drogba, shattered Grant’s team and although Nadir Belhadj came on to provide some testing crosses from the left — one just eluding Dindane thanks to John Terry’s faint touch — Chelsea moved inevitably to their deserved Double. They have been the best team this season and were the better team yesterday. Frank Lampard could have underlined the latter but, after Michael Brown fouled him to give away the penalty, he shot past the post from the spot. In front of Fabio Capello, Ashley Cole finished limping, thanks to Dindane’s late tackle, but Ancelotti said that the defender will be okay for the World Cup.
Capello will go away worried about the Wembley surface, on which England have to perform — and try to avoid injuries — against Mexico in eight days. The pitch had more bobbles than an old woollen cardigan, the ball spitting and jumping off the surface from minute one. Fifa delegates who will decide who hosts the 2018 World Cup were also here but as Grant observed: “Wembley is a temple of football but the pitch is not a temple of football.”
Grant’s claim that Pompey were unlucky was less plausible. Chelsea’s near misses began when Lampard cracked a 20-yarder off the post after 13 minute and continued when Aaron Mokoena, Pompey’s inspirational stopper, made an amazing double block after an insouciant one-touch Chelsea move set up Drogba.
Frederic Piquionne diverted Boateng’s shot at goal but Cech made a reflex block and then the madness resumed at the other end. Terry’s header looped against James’ bar and Drogba arched a free kick over the wall that James tipped on the woodwork. The ball dropped and from replays it was clear that most of it crossed the line, but perhaps not all. Referee Chris Foy, who had a torrid match, declined to award the goal after checking with his assistant.
Drogba, just before the interval, hit the post again. But Kalou went closest and should be taken back to strikers’ school as punishment for not scoring. Ashley Cole, found by Florent Malouda, chested down beautifully to beat Steve Finnan and crossed to where Kalou, inside the six-yard box, with an open goal and plenty of time, was waiting. Inexplicably, Kalou declined to use his left foot, let the ball run across him to try and convert with his right, connected with a shin, and sent his effort against the bar. No wonder he clutched his temples in the manner of a man who’s just dropped his car keys down a drain.
Pompey could not have given more but their dangerous moments were infrequent. Chelsea had the ball, had the chances, had the game.


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Telegraph:
Chelsea 1 Portsmouth 0
By Duncan White at Wembley

They could lay a swamp for a pitch at Wembley and not stop Didier Drogba scoring.
The brave last stand of this motley group of Portsmouth players could not prevent the Ivory Coast international from scoring his third FA Cup final winner and his sixth in six competitive games at this stadium. His superb free-kick, struck just before the hour, was his 37th goal, and brought Carlo Ancelotti the Double in his debut season.
'Uncle Avram's' strong hand John Terry was furious about the state of the pitch but it was a cup final full of compelling incident, played out in a raucous atmosphere. Chelsea hit the woodwork five times in a game containing superb saves, heroic blocks, nasty challenges, two missed penalties, an outstanding free kick and probably the worst miss in the history of the FA Cup final.
It was extraordinary stuff from the off. Portsmouth’s defending varied between the desperate and the inspired, with the courageous Aaron Mokoena leading by example, hurling his body in the way of shot after shot. It was a fine swansong – it is unlikely a single one who played at Wembley will still be at the club next season.
Chelsea were dangerous from the whistle. With Michael Ballack sitting deep and controlling the distribution, Nicolas Anelka and Frank Lampard were free to work between the lines. The pair combined well after four minutes, Lampard putting Anelka through only for Mokoena to block the Frenchman’s shot. The rebound fell to Lampard whose effort faded just wide.
He went even closer 10 minutes later. Again he found space 25 yards out and this team hit a superb dipping out-swinger that hit the outside of the post. David James could only watch it.
James denied Anelka at the near post before Mokoena’s defiance touched the epic. Branislav Ivanovic played a one-two with Lampard and got down towards the by-line, pulling back for Florent Malouda who helped it on to Drogba. Mokoena was knocked to the ground by his block, got up and threw himself down the barrel of the second, again taking the blow to his body.
Suddenly there was a gap in the siege and Portsmouth charged forward. Aruna Dindane scooted past Ashley Cole down the right and crossed to the far post where Kevin-Prince Boateng volleyed the ball back across goal. It hit Frederic Piquionne on the shin and flew up to the left of Petr Cech’s ear and the Chelsea goalkeeper instantly clawed it away.
The television cameras focused on a harassed Carlo Ancelotti in the technical area. Could Portsmouth defy the odds? It was followed by the obligatory cut to Roman Abramovich looking glum in the gloom of his private box.
His mood would not have been improved moments later when Malouda sent Ashley Cole free down the left. The England full back breezed past Mokoena and cut back for Salomon Kalou to tuck into an open goal.
Humiliatingly, Kalou managed to shin the ball onto the bar from four yards out. It was an astonishing miss, destined for YouTube immortality.
The inevitable was refusing to happen. Malouda sent in a deep free kick from the left touchline which Terry, soaring between Ricardo Rocha and Kevin-Prince Boateng, sent arcing high and against the top of the bar.
Meanwhile, a nasty little sub plot was beginning to unfold.
Portsmouth’s players were obviously eager to ruffle Chelsea in whatever way they could, with Michael Brown doing his characteristic best to get under Lampard’s skin as he tailed him around the pitch. With the treatment of Michael Ballack, though, they crossed the line.
The Germany captain had already been forced to hurdle a wild challenge from Jamie O’Hara earlier in the half when he got into a contretemps with Dindane inadvertently slapping him as he struggled for a header. It was hardly clean from Ballack and Boateng got into his ear.
That was no excuse for the terrible foul Boateng perpetrated on Ballack minutes letter, flying in late and hard and planting his studs in his right ankle. A hobbling Ballack had to be replaced before half-time.
Boateng, born in Berlin, is a German youth international who has recently declared for Ghana – who are in Germany’s group in South Africa – and his actions will not have gone down well at home, especially if Ballack’s ankle ligaments are damaged. Boateng was booked but the karmic forces would reserve greater punishment for him later.
The usual narrative was resumed with six minutes before half-time as it was Drogba’s turn to be frustrated by the woodwork. From a 30-yard free-kick he seemed to have deceived James with the flight, the Portsmouth captain just managing to palm it against the crossbar. It came down via the post before spinning out. Replays showed the ball had not quite crossed all the way over the line.
Three minutes later and Kalou’s cross drifted over Mokoena and Drogba flicked the ball under the advancing James with the outside of his boot, hitting the outside of the post. Drogba attacked the frame of the goal in frustration – was someone looking out for benighted Pompey?
Ten minutes into the second half and it opened up for Avram Grant’s side. Juliano Belletti, on for Ballack, was beaten by Dindane in the box and clumsily tried to make up for it, conceding a penalty. Up stepped Boateng. He sent his effort pretty much down the middle and while Cech had dived to his right, the Chelsea goalkeeper managed to save the ball with his legs.
It took just four minutes for the disappointment to deepen.
Mokoena chopped down Drogba 20 yards from goal and the Ivorian got up and sent a precision strike dipping over the wall in and in off the far post.
Even the woodwork was turning on Pompey. There was still half an hour to go and plenty of drama to come.
Chelsea just could not finish the game off. Kalou missed another good chance, pulling his shot across the face of goal, and Drogba was denied by James at the near post.
Portsmouth kept admirably at it. Grant had sent on Nadir Belhadj for Hayden Mullins and with his first touch the Algerian volleyed a cross across the face of the Chelsea box which Terry just managed to steer away from Dindane behind him. Dindane got on the end of another Belhadj cross moments later, the ball rather comically hitting him on the head as he tried to volley.
With two minutes to go Lampard was felled in the box by a tiring Brown. England’s first-choice penalty taker stepped up and sent his low effort wide of James’ right-hand post. Bad news for the watching Fabio Capello? Depends which way you look at it – maybe it was James’ imposing presence that forced him to miss. No, the one thing the England manager will have learned on Saturday was that he is best off avoiding Ivory Coast in South Africa this summer.


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NOTW:
NOW BLUES ARE CUP THERE WITH THE BEST
CHELSEA 1 PORTSMOUTH 0
By Neil Ashton

FOR years they have been teased, mocked by opposition fans as they went in search of silverware.
Manchester United, Arsenal and Liverpool had the history, Chelsea just lived the high life.
They have made it now, accelerating away from the rest of English football after this outstanding achievement.
The blue and white chequered flags being waved at one end confirmed it, crossing the finishing line after completing this memorable journey.
They are bossing the game again, a point ahead of United in the Premier League and too powerful for Portsmouth.
Carlo Ancelotti's team are fully paid-up members of the elite, one of the established order after pulling off the Dream Double.
They started the season at Wembley, claiming the Community Shield with a penalty shootout win over United way back in August.
Yesterday, they finished it in style, on course for the Double the moment Didier Drogba opted for placement rather than power with a 59th-minute free-kick.
The Chelsea striker is the club's Player of the Year and yet the overwhelming feeling is that Ancelotti is the man who makes this team tick.
Ancelotti is a success story, transferring a sustained period of glory at the San Siro with AC Milan to Stamford Bridge.
Outwitted by Jose Mourinho in both legs of the Champions League tie against Inter Milan, he has been outstanding ever since.
So, too, have his team, winning their third Premier League title and finishing the season with Chelsea's sixth FA Cup.
John Terry never tires of lifting the trophy, clambering up the steps to clutch the Cup for the third time in four seasons.
He was joined by a familiar group of players, a £250million super team with ambitions to take their game to Europe next season.
Victory in a Champions League final would give this team the full set of honours, with Ancelotti the man to one day take them the distance.
The Italian oozes class and composure, only allowing himself a crafty puff on a customary cigarette when he finally escaped the dressing-room celebrations.
They set out to do something special at the start of the season and they have pulled it off, the best team in English football by a street.
That much will be made clear when they set off from Stamford Bridge at 12.30pm today, winding their way through South-West London's swanky drives on an open-top bus.
Then they can remind the world what they are all about, Wembley winners yet again having squeaked past Portsmouth.
Such bad luck for Avram Grant, booted out by Chelsea in 2008 after Terry slipped on the surface of the Luzhniki Stadium in the Champions League final.
Portsmouth's manager has won so many friends this season and is immortalised on the South Coast after his end-of-season speech on the Fratton Park pitch.
The place was awash with emotion, a tidal wave of tears as Grant's powerful words reminded them of their unflinching support.
No one could break their spirit yesterday, not even Drogba's winning strike that dipped beyond David James with unerring accuracy.
These are troubled times for Portsmouth and their supporters but they left the worries and the woes behind for 24 hours.
Today, maybe even tomorrow, the reality will set in... defeat in the FA Cup final the last act of a season spent largely in disgrace.
Others, such as the suits in the boardroom, still have so much to answer, with the club crippled financially after indulging players on superstar salaries.
Soon it will hit home, yet 40,000 defiant supporters played their part in this magnificent occasion.
Two years ago, they were on an upward curve, with Kanu's goal against Cardiff in the final taking them into Europe.
This season, they were doomed the moment the Premier League docked them nine points and, yesterday, deflated when Drogba pierced their defence.
Until then they had been magnificent, 11 warriors travelling up from the coast to cover every inch of Wembley's flaky surface.
It was thrilling, an FA Cup final with two teams fighting for different causes.
At times it was bruising. Michael Ballack limped off just before the break after he was crippled by Kevin-Prince Boateng.
It was brutal stuff, a bloody battle in the middle as Chelsea threatened to pick off Portsmouth.
Michael Brown was jumping into tackles, under strict instruction from his manager to clatter anything that moved in blue.
Grant's crusade has been admirable, championing the club's cause when it seemed the football world was against them.
He still believes they are the victims, denied a place in the Europa League next season because of UEFA bureaucracy. It would have been a decent argument if they had won - and they were given the opportunity to threaten an upset with a second-half penalty.
That was their chance, the moment when Boateng could have written himself into FA Cup folklore by whacking the ball past Petr Cech.
It was unexpected, handed to him when substitute Juliano Belletti bundled over Aruna Dindane as he made his way into the penalty area.
Cech guessed right, Boateng drove down the middle and somehow Chelsea's keeper flicked the ball away with his left boot. It was a slow-motion moment, with Chelsea fans open-mouthed behind Cech's goal and Pompey fans reflecting on a dramatic miss.
That was the moment they were beaten, with Alex the first Chelsea player to celebrate with Cech and Boateng a broken man, falling to the floor.
It was a reminder for Chelsea, still a winning strike away from becoming the seventh English team to secure the Double.
They had dominated Pompey, smothering Brown, Papa Bouba Diop and Dindane whenever they were in possession.
Frank Lampard hit the upright with a swerving effort, Salomon Kalou clipped the bar when Ashley Cole presented him with a straightforward chance from six yards and Terry's header cannoned off the woodwork.
There was energy all over the pitch, anticipation whenever Chelsea set off in search of the goal that would guarantee glory.
At times they were too comfortable, with Cech saving brilliantly when Frederic Piquionne attempted to steer Boateng's first-time volley into the net.
It was a magical moment, a thrilling save from a man showing the composure and confidence that once marked him down as the world's best keeper.
They were pinned back at the start of the second half, panicked as Portsmouth and their supporters sensed an upset.
Boateng's volley went over the target before he got another goalscoring opportunity from the penalty spot.
But the chance drifted away from them and, moments later, Drogba lined up his free-kick from just outside the area.
Chelsea should have extended their lead when Lampard was fouled inside the area by Brown. He fluffed it, an uncharacteristic penalty miss, but the damage was already done.
They were seconds away, waiting for the whistle before Terry could lift the trophy and confirm their place as the most successful team in English football over the past five years.
Yesterday's triumph was their eighth major honour since 2005, with three FA Cups resting alongside three Premier League titles and a couple of Carling Cups.
Now that's history.

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Mail:
FA CUP FINAL: Chelsea 1 Portsmouth 0: Didier Drogba wrecks Pompey's dream as Ancelotti clinches Double
By Rob Draper

An inconceivably wretched season for Portsmouth ended yesterday in the most extraordinary FA Cup final.
And though it was Chelsea who created history, winning their first League and Cup Double, it was those famous Pompey Chimes that resounded around Wembley at the final whistle. As the Premier League champions cavorted on the Wembley pitch in celebration, it was the ovation afforded to a rag-tag collection of loan players and late transfers, the majority of whom will be leaving this summer, and to their manager Avram Grant, who will also depart, which provided the most emotionally charged moment of the afternoon.
For, with debts of £138million and their future utterly uncertain, the club who have become a parody of the Premier League's claims to glory almost pulled off an FA Cup victory which would have upstaged almost anything previously seen here.
'I'm sad and proud,' said Grant at the end of it all. 'It has been a difficult season, one we will never forget but everyone in Portsmouth can be proud of this team.' Yet when Kevin Prince Boateng trudged from the pitch on 74 minutes, he knew he had missed a momentous opportunity for himself and his club.
His ineffective penalty strike on 56 minutes was truly the pivotal moment of an astonishing final. 'It would have won the game,' mused Grant.It might well have done and in doing so it would have inflicted on Chelsea an astonishing humiliation. As it is, Carlo Ancelotti will join the history-makers after a remarkable first season in English football.'I am just lucky to have worked at fantastic clubs, like AC Milan and Chelsea,' said Ancelotti. 'They make my job easy.'
And though he now stands alongside Bill Nicholson, Bertie Mee, Kenny Dalglish, Sir Alex Ferguson and Arsene Wenger as one of the post-war managerial greats of the English game, there were chilling moments for him. For Chelsea contrived to miss so many chances in such bizarre circumstances that their fate took on comic proportions. Five times they hit the woodwork in the first half alone as Portsmouth survived by farcical means, in the case of Saloman Kalou's miss, and foul, in the case of Kevin-Prince Boateng's ugly challenge on Michael Ballack.
'Never in my career have I seen a half like this one in which my team hit the post five times,' said Ancelotti. He claimed not to have been worried, to have dismissed the creeping thoughts of fortune favouring the broke.
Yet when Kalou, from four yards with an empty net beckoning, managed to lift a perfectly weighted pass on to the crossbar, a miss as calamitous as it is possible to imagine, even Ancelotti must have doubted.Before that Frank Lampard's dipping strike from 30 yards had struck the top of the post on 14 minutes and Didier Drogba had been denied by two outstanding defensive blocks by Aaron Mokoena. Therafter, John Terry sent a header crashing against the bar on 30 minutes and David James produced an excellent save on 39 minutes to tip Drogba's thundering free-kick on to the bar. The ball then bounced on to the goalline and agonisingly spun out, hitting the post and dribbling away to safety. Three minutes later, the Ivorian striker controlled a long pass but again shot against the post.
Drogba caught the mood, berating the goal post and then the crossbar for its impertinence in denying him. Petr Cech was even forced to take a throw-in 10 metres from the halfway line at one point, so deep were Portsmouth playing. Yet amid the onslaught, came Cech's own stunning reflex save from Frederic Piquionne on 23 minutes, proof that there was life in Pompey yet. And shortly into the second half they created the moment which defined this game, when Aruna Dindane began a mazy run down the right, which so bewildered Juliano Belletti that he unwisely brought him down inside the penalty area. Wembley erupted as the penalty was awarded and up stepped Boateng, just as he had in the semi-final. Yet, on this occasion he was unequal to the task, with Cech able to kick away his poorly struck penalty despite having dived away from the ball.
All Wembley sensed the despair. Portsmouth's raucous fans bravely struck up those defiant chimes and yet surrender was nigh. Just three minutes later Mokoena was forced to bring down Drogba as the striker honed in on goal. Thirty yards out, the irrepressible striker struck his free-kick through a hole in the wall, cunningly created by Florent Malouda, and this time it rebounded off the post into the net with James well beaten. Portsmouth gave of their best, with Dindane going close on 61 and 83 minutes, but the narrative of the game had changed utterly and their cause was lost. At the death they even conceded a penalty, Michael Brown's clumsy challenge felling Lampard, yet at least the England midfielder had the grace to pull it wide. Portsmouth deserved that at least amid their desolation.

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Independent:
Drogba refuses to be denied as Chelsea lead a Double life
Chelsea 1 Portsmouth 0: Ancelotti's men make history after Portsmouth pay the penalty
By Steve Tongue at Wembley

An unexpectedly riveting FA Cup final – the first between teams right at the top and bottom of the League – ended with blue flags flying all round the stadium. Chelsea's followers were celebrating the club's first Double and deservedly so, but Portsmouth's legions were mightily proud of their men, who ended a horrendous season with a typically defiant performance and a huddle in the pitch between a squad who will never appear together again as the club's administrator sets to work selling them off.
There has been widespread sympathy for the players and their manager, as opposed to those who have ruined the club financially, and a generous reception was offered from the Chelsea end as David James led his weary team-mates up the 107 steps to receive their losers' medals; applause redoubled for the former Chelsea manager Avram Grant, so cruelly denied at the 2008 Champions' League final.
It could not be said that Portsmouth were unlucky; not when the crossbar and post spared them an astonishing five times in the first half alone. Yet it was still possible that having somehow survived that barrage, the 12-1 outsiders could have taken the lead twice – the second occasion when Kevin-Prince Boateng's penalty was saved – and clung on for what would have been one of the most remarkable wins in the history of the competition.
Instead, as Didier Drogba struck a post again from a free-kick, the ball at last bounced Chelsea's way and finished in the net. Then there was a late piece of history with the second missed penalty in the same final, as Frank Lampard pulled his kick wide.
Lampard lost Michael Ballack as a midfield helper before the interval, the victim of a dreadful challenge by Boateng, prompting fears that he might miss the World Cup, though Carlo Ancelotti believes he will be ready. The Chelsea manager was one of those who found the experience of hitting the goal frame so often something unique. His concern was that for a while at the start of the second half, "the match was not in our control".
That was mainly down to the vigour of Portsmouth's two holding midfielders, Michael Brown and Papa Bouba Diop, disrupting Chelsea by fair means or foul – often the latter in Brown's case. Just in front of them, Jamie O'Hara, playing his last game before returning to Tottenham, typified Portsmouth's spirit this season by playing a full 90 minutes with a stress fracture of the back.
A year ago Chelsea conceded the final's fastest goal to Louis Saha within 25 seconds. Pompey's ambition during that period was merely to touch the ball, which they did, although the pattern of the game was soon set.
Portsmouth sat back and hoped to utilise the pace of Frédéric Piquionne or Aruna Dindane on the break. Unfortunately it was rare for both to be forward at the same time. When they were, amid all the mayhem at the other end, Cech was forced to make one of the saves of the season. Dindane cut the ball from the byline for Boateng, whose mishit shot was nudged at goal by Piquionne. Cech, using pure instinct, stuck out his left hand to divert the ball to safety.
If that earned the gratitude of his underemployed defenders, Ports-mouth's embraced David James for the save at the other end in the first half. It came from the free-kick, 25 yards out, that followed Boateng's crude foul on Ballack. Drogba hit one of his new-style dipping efforts which the goalkeeper just managed to put a hand on, pushing the ball on to the bar and right down on to the line. The assistant referee was in no position to judge whether it was a goal or not, but replays suggested that Chris Foy was correct in waving play on.
On either side of that, Salomon Kalou contrived to strike the bar from five yards as Ashley Cole set him up; Lampard struck the top of the post; John Terry headed against the bar; and Drogba toe-poked against the foot of a post, banging his fist in frustration against the two spots he had hit.
Chelsea were also thwarted before half-time by another of Aaron Mokoena's brave blocks. The second half was barely less eventful, Portsmouth starting it well and earning a penalty when Ballack's replacement, Juliano Belletti, carelessly tripped Dindane, who was going nowhere. Boateng hit it too straight and Cech pulled off his second notable save. "That was the key moment," Ancelotti admitted.
Within three minutes Drogba was fouled and kept his free-kick from 20 yards lower than the previous effort. It struck a post, but this time bounced in. James kept Portsmouth alive with a block from Drogba, and with his first touch the substitute Nadir Belhadj volleyed a wicked cross that Alex miskicked and Terry just touched away from Dindane's lunge.
A different sort of lunge by the provocative Brown sent Lampard tumbling, but unusually he put his penalty wide to keep Portsmouth hoping against hope until the very last.
"Everyone in Portsmouth can be proud of this team," Grant said. "It was a season I won't forget."
Bookings: Portsmouth: Boateng, O'Hara, Rocha.
Attendance: 88,335
Referee: Chris Foy
Man of the match: Drogba
Match rating: 8/10
Ivorian's home from home
Didier Drogba has only failed to score once in seven Wembley appearances (the 2009 FA Community Shield v Man Utd).
FA Cup finals
2010 v Portsmouth (1 goal, 59 min)
2009 v Everton (1 goal, 21 min)
2007 v Man Utd (1 goal, 116 min)
FA Cup Semi-finals
2010 v Aston Villa (1 goal, 68 min)
2009 v Arsenal (1 goal, 84 min)
Carling Cup final
2008 v Tottenham (1 goal, 39 min)
Jo Springett
Man for man: Chelsea
Petr Cech 7/10
One of the quietest matches of Cech's season – he found time to take a throw-in – was enlivened when Piquionne mis-hit a chance into the goalkeeper's grateful grasp. In the second half he made one of the easier penalty saves, diving to his right and adjusting his legs to kick away Boateng's weak shot.
Branislav Ivanovic 7/10
With the defensive side of the Serb's game rarely tested he had ample opportunity to make several significant incursions on the Portsmouth left. Still going strong late on to set up a chance for Kalou.
Alex 7/10
Picked off Portsmouth's attempts to thread the ball through the middle and was a match for Piquionne's pace, but in truth the Brazilian centre-back could not have had many gentler matches this season as the opponents settled for doughty defence and breakaway attacks.
John Terry 7/10
Revealed as a weak link – or at least an out-of-form one – in Chelsea's back four in the past couple of months, the captain had a sound match, was not distracted by constant booing, tackled wholeheartedly and was denied a headed goal by the crossbar.
Ashley Cole 8/10
Returning to near top form, and fitness, in time for the League run-in, England's World Cup and this final, the full-back again impressed as a vibrant attacking option on the left. It was his run and cross just before the half-hour mark that saw Kalou spoon the ball on to the bar, the Blues' best chance in open play.
Michael Ballack 6/10
Strolling through the early part of the match in the role of holding midfielder, the German was able to push forward as the threat to Cech's goal ebbed away. A heavy tackle by Boateng led to his first-half substitution.
Frank Lampard 8/10
Having contributed so many goals from midfield this season, it was an eye-rubbing moment when the normally reliable marksman placed a penalty kick wide. But that was a rare blot on an afternoon of application and energy. Was the first of many to hit the woodwork, with a curling shot from distance.
Florent Malouda 7/10
Has been in fine form in the final part of the season but he did not catch the eye so readily here. However, his pace and perceptive passes were still key as Chelsea turned up the heat on hard-pressed opposition.
Nicolas Anelka 7/10
The French striker toiled hard and was a constant handful. Unfortunately, he had omitted to bring his shooting boots – at one point only one of six efforts had been on target. Not a clinical ratio.
Salomon Kalou 6/10
After 26 minutes, when Ashley Cole broke free on the left and crossed low, tapping the ball in from four yards looked one of the afternoon's simpler tasks. It was beyond Kalou. Had that chance gone in, Chelsea's win would surely have been heavy.
Didier Drogba 8/10
At one point, Drogba seemed ready to dismantle the Wembley woodwork, so frustrating had it been to Chelsea's efforts. Twice it denied him, from a thunderous shot that bounced down on to the line, and a deft flick under James. But his free-kick, thumped in off the post, made him a match-winner yet again.
Replacements
Juliano Belletti On after 43 minutes for Ballack, and gave away a penalty with an ill-timed lunge at Dindane. Joe Cole On for Kalou after 70 minutes, but after seeing shots blocked by Finnan and Brown did not make an impression. Daniel Sturridge On for Anelka in the 90th minute.
Man for man: Portsmouth
David James 8/10
By far the busier of the two goalkeepers, an early save at his near post from Anelka and a wonderful tip on to the crossbar from Drogba's free-kick were the pick of a good afternoon's work. But needed several slices of luck to keep his goal intact for 58 minutes. The woodwork deserves nine out of 10.
Steve Finnan 6/10
Was slowly but surely submerged by wave after wave of attacks from the Chelsea left, with Ashley Cole and Anelka persistent threats. Unable to support Dindane on Pompey's right to any great effect.
Ricardo Rocha 6/10
Charged with the unenviable task of shackling Drogba, the Portuguese centre-back tried to plug gaps but it was a Sisyphean task as his side was forced further and further back. Given a late booking for dissent, a mark of the stress.
Aaron Mokoena 8/10
South Africa's captain gave a heroic exhibition of defending, particularly in the first half when two blocks in very quick succession denied Anelka. Flung himself at everything else that Chelsea fired at the Pompey goal. Must be hoping he can play with similar determination and spirit at home this summer.
Hayden Mullins 6/10
Under almost constant pressure from Kalou and the overlapping Ivanovic, the left-back was given some measure of the task early in the first half when Kalou escaped, but wasted the space won. Could not often find the time to support Boateng on the left.
Papa Bouba Diop 5/10
Playing just in front of the Pompey back four, the big midfielder's strong tackling was eventually no match for the speed and skill of the Chelsea midfield. An early foul on Anelka was evidence that he lacked the pace for the task ahead. Made way for Kanu late in the second half.
Aruna Dindane 7/10
Might have given Finnan more assistance by tracking back to cover the marauding Ashley Cole. In possession he was one of the liveliest threats to Chelsea that Pompey could muster, though his ball control let him down. Was certainly too quick for Belletti when winning Portsmouth's penalty.
Michael Brown 6/10
Worked hard in a midfield steadily over-run as the tempo of Chelsea attacks increased. Walked a tightrope with referee Chris Foy with an early ill-timed tackle on Lampard and the red mist seemed about to descend near the end in a challenge with Sturridge.
Kevin-Prince Boateng 7/10
Blotted his day's work with a penalty struck weakly and straight at Cech, as the second of Pompey's two good chances disappeared. In open play he fired in two better efforts, one left-footed and one with the right, from Chelsea's right, the first turning into a chance for Piquionne. Substituted soon after that penalty miss.
Jamie O'Hara 6/10
Defied a stress fracture in his spine to play and gave his all in midfield, but the on-loan Spurs man was rarely able to get forward quickly enough to support Piquionne. The injury clearly slowed him down.
Frederic Piquionne 5/10
Did not give a good exhibition of how to perform the role of lone striker and never held the ball up long enough for reinforcements to arrive. Missed a great chance to turn in Boateng's first shot, lobbing it into Cech's arms.
Replacements
John Utaka On for crestfallen Boateng after 73 minutes but wasn't as effective. Nwankwo Kanu Replaced Diop after 80 minutes in a double substitution with Nadir Belhadj for Brown. The latter made the greater impact with two teasing crosses.

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Guardian:
Didier Drogba secures Chelsea Double after Cech save stuns Portsmouth
Chelsea 1 Drogba 59 Portsmouth 0
Paul Wilson at Wembley

Didier Drogba's 37th goal of the season, and sixth in seven Wembley appearances, earned Chelsea the FA Cup and their first Double – so no surprises there. This was not the boring final everyone had feared, however. Thanks in no small part to Portsmouth's extraordinary competitive spirit, it was a good deal more enjoyable and entertaining than many of its predecessors. There were times – not very long times, admittedly – when it was almost tense.
While suspense could never be anticipated in a meeting of champions versus team relegated in bottom place, bankrolled Cup holders against potless bankrupts, Pompey gave an excellent account of themselves. They could even have won the game had Kevin-Prince Boateng not struck the second-feeblest penalty of the week at the start of the second half. That may seem a large claim, with over half an hour of the game still to go, but Portsmouth would have taken the lead and, as it turned out, there was only a single goal in the match. In the end there was no fairytale – indeed nothing from the Brothers Grimm, unless you count the sight of John Terry and Frank Lampard pogo-ing with the trophy.
"The match was not under control at the start of the second half," Carlo Ancelotti said, conceding the point that Portsmouth's penalty could have altered the outcome. "That was a key moment, it would not have been easy for us if Portsmouth had scored at that point. The first half was strange, I don't think I have ever seen a team hit the post and bar so often without scoring. I wasn't worried, though a goal against us might have made a difference."
Avram Grant chose what seems likely to be his final Portsmouth game to berate the authorities for not allowing his players into Europe as runners-up to a Champions League side. Noncommital on his own future – "I will wait to see what Portsmouth do, but not for long" – he suggested rules have been bent before for deserving cases. "The players, the club and the fans deserve to be in Europe," he insisted. "Just as Liverpool deserved to be in the Champions League in 2005, when they only finished fifth. The rules were clear, but they were amended. Well, we deserve it, too." Hardly. Portsmouth are entitled to a certain amount of sympathy but ought not to try to milk the it. Liverpool made an exceptional case for themselves by winning the Champions League in 2005. Entering administration and not applying for a licence in time are not comparable, and Grant succeeded only in returning quickly to reality when his players appeared to have successfully put it out of their minds for a day.
The first 20 minutes or so were as slow and stodgy as the pitch, although until Wembley's playing surface is sorted out that may be something Cup finals will have to live with. Once the sides settled down, the first half was far from uneventful, it was just slightly embarrassing for Portsmouth that most of the action was taking place in and around their goal. Quite literally, since Chelsea hit the frame of David James's goal five times in the first 45 minutes. Lampard started it before Saloman Kalou made a bid for Wembley miss of the century, stabbing against the bar from Ashley Cole's square ball with the goal gaping empty in from of him. Terry headed against the bar from a free kick, then James got a crucial hand to a fulminating Drogba shot after Michael Ballack had been fouled, diverting the ball on to the underside of the bar then out via a dramatic bounce on the goalline. Drogba slid his next effort under James, but against an upright, then the Pompey goal's charmed life brought the first half to a close with an almost comic sequence of events, as the ball bounced back and forth between Branislav Ivanovic, James, Kalou and the crossbar before finally coming to rest in the goalkeeper's arms.
If that makes it sound as though the first half was all Chelsea, that would not be an inaccurate surmise, though on the few occasions Portsmouth got enough men forward to make attacks meaningful they had chances of their own. But for Kalou's spectacular miss they would have been in with a shout for best chance of the first half. Certainly they were unlucky not to take the lead after Aruna Dindane's raiding run down the left, when Boateng met the cross and saw his shot helped goalwards at the last minute by Frédéric Piquionne, only for Petr Cech to make a smart reaction save. Portsmouth knew they would have to exist on scraps, though the scrap between Ballack and Dindane shortly before Boateng was booked for going through the back of the German eventually led to the Chelsea player having to limp off before the interval. While early reports suggest Ballack will be fit in time for the World Cup, he will might be relieved to hear Boateng has opted for Ghana rather than Germany.
A few other nasty fouls disfigured the second half, notably when Terry shoved his shoulder into Dindane's face and the Ivorian made what looked like a calculated stamp on Ashley Cole's ankle in the closing stages, though it was a see-saw five minute period just before the hour mark that settled the outcome.
Portsmouth had come out for the second half on the attack, seemingly bucked by their luck and first-half resilience,, and Boateng had already shot just over from a narrow angle when Dindane carried the ball into the area on the opposite flank and was brought down by a mistimed tackle by Juliano Belletti. – and Chris Foy's decision was correct. Boateng did not try to chip the goalkeeper, as Leicester's Yann Kermogrant had with such disastrous results in Wednesday's Championship play-off, though Cech found his weakly struck shot down the middle easy to stop with his legs.
Four minutes later, Pompey were looking for a way to get back into the game after Drogba struck another free kick sweetly and this time found the target. Even the winning goal went in off a post, though there was no argument about the Aaron Mokoena foul on Drogba that brought the opportunity, or the quality of the shot from just outside the angle of the area.
Portsmouth could hardly complain after what had taken place in the first half and, in the end, they were the recipients of a bit more luck when Lampard, bundled over by Michael Brown in the area, uncharacteristically placed his penalty the wrong side of a post. It was still quite a game, though, with James, Mokoena and Jamie O'Hara particularly unlucky to be on the losing side. Chelsea may be back, but Pompey will be missed.

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Express:
CHELSEA'S DIDIER DROGBA SERVES UP THE DOUBLE
By John Richardson
Chelsea 1, Portsmouth 0

SPITTING out the dummy one week and sipping a Double the next – all part of being the complex figure of Didier Drogba.
The striker had the biggest of strops in the first half of Chelsea’s Premier League title-winning victory over Stoke after not being allowed to take a penalty.
Yesterday he was Mr Cool as everyone else was in danger of losing it after squandering so many chances, slotting in his sixth goal in six Wembley appearances.
Chelsea struck the woodwork five times while an outplayed Portsmouth missed a penalty. If Kevin-Prince Boateng had scored he would have been a Prince among thieves because relegated Pompey with their physical approach didn’t deserve anything.
There was no fuss from Drogba when Chelsea were awarded a late spot-kick. Lampard was allowed to assume responsibility only to hammer wide.
So Carlo Ancelotti in his first season landed the League and Cup double for the first time in Chelsea’s history – only the seventh club to achieve this feat. Eat your heart out, Jose Mourinho. As for Portmouth, leaving parties don’t come much grander than staging one at Wembley.
Ahead of the expected exodus of manager and players, Pompey had been hoping to take the famous old pot home with them. The last time it was at Fratton Park just two years ago at least they could afford the polish to clean it.
Grant’s side were looking for another miracle similar to the semi-final here which accounted for Spurs. It wasn’t to be. A bigger miracle it seems these days is to have a proper playing surface at the so called home of football. If you had grass like this at home following yet another expensive returfing operation you would expect a full refund.
In the early stages the ball was treated like a bouncing bomb rather than something to caress as it bobbled on yet another new surface with so much sand showing that maybe instead of boots, buckets and spades should have been the order of the day. Luckily for Chelsea Lampard is able to display his creative talents on just about any standard of pitch.
Whether it’s pristine or potholed doesn’t matter to the midfielder. Twice the England midfielder, who has once again topped the 20 goals mark, had James scrambling on his goal line, the first attempt flashing just wide, the second leaving its imprint on the top of the post.
James did well to block Nicolas Anelka at the near post before Portsmouth came so close to taking the lead. Aruna Dindane crossed from the right and Boateng’s volley from beyond the far post arrowed towards Frederic Piquionne only for Petr Cech to show marvellous reflexes.
After that Chelsea took control and but for one of the worst misses witnessed at the famous stadium, a fine stop from James and the woodwork rattled on four more occasions, Ancelotti’s side would have been home and dry by half-time.
First the miss. Ashley Cole brilliantly controlled Florent Malouda’s long ball before skipping to the by line and presenting the opening goal on a plate for Salomon Kalou. Somehow unmarked from four yards the Ivory Coast striker contrived to hit the bar.
A John Terry header from a Malouda free-kick met the same fate while James showed at the age of 39 he can still rise to the occasion, with an agile leap and strong hand to touch a fierce Drogba free-kick on to the underside of the bar. Portsmouth hearts sank as the ball landed on the line amidst Chelsea claims for a goal. The officials got it right and Avram Grant’s side survived.
But for how long? Drogba caused more problems in a packed penalty box before stabbing against the post. Portsmouth’s luck was also in when an ankle-high challenge on Michael Ballack by Boateng only produced a yellow card instead of a red. The German paid the price, eventually being replaced by Juliano Belletti.
Ten minutes after the break Belletti was guilty as he brought down Dindane inside the box, an easy decision for referee Chris Foy.But Boateng’s spot-kick was low and down the middle and Cech stuck out a foot to break Pompey hearts.Two minutes later they burst as Chelsea finally scored.
Drogba was hacked down by Aaron Mokoena but instead of rolling around in mock agony he picked himself up and from 25 yards found a gap in the defensive wall and again struck wood – only this time the bounce was in Chelsea’s favour and Drogba celebrated his 34th goal of the season.
It maintained his Wembley record – a sixth goal in his sixth appearance. With just two minutes of normal time remaining Michael Brown tripped Lampard inside the area.
Up stepped the England man but drove his spot-kick wide. Luckily it didn’t matter. It might do in South Africa.

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Mirror:

Chelsea 1-0 Portsmouth
By Simon Mullock

What a way to banish the spectre of the Special One.
These may still be the ­players that Jose Mourinho first turned into champions – but rest assured this is now very much Carlo Ancelotti’s team.
In his first season at ­Stamford Bridge, Ancelotti has ­delivered something that was beyond even Mourinho – a Premier League and FA Cup Double.
Didier Drogba’s stunning 59th-minute free-kick ­enabled the Italian to get his hands on the oldest trophy of them all.
It was a devastating strike.
Enough to silence the ­incredible Portsmouth fans, who made this an occasion to savour, and the critics, who accuse Chelsea of having no history.
The Blues’ place among the legends of the English game is now guaranteed after an achievement that has only been savoured by six other clubs.
For Pompey it was another day of heartbreak at the end of a season when everything apart from the heart has been ripped out of the club.
Avram Grant’s men became the sixth club to be both relegated and beaten in the Cup Final.
Grant, of course, is the man that came within a penalty kick of making Chelsea the champions of Europe.
That John Terry slip in ­Moscow was two years ago this week. It must seem like another lifetime for the ­Israeli.
A new challenge away from Fratton Park beckons for Grant, while Pompey’s fans returned down the M3 ­contemplating life in the Championship and debts of £140million.
At the end, before Terry and Frank Lampard lifted the ­trophy in unison, both sets of supporters rose as one to ­acclaim Grant as he collected his medal. ‘Carpe diem’ they say in Ancelotti’s homeland. ‘Seize the day’. And it seemed like Pompey would do just that after somehow surviving a first half which saw Chelsea strike the ­woodwork FIVE times.
When Aruna Dindane tore past Juliano Belletti in the 55th minute and was then sent sprawling by the Chelsea substitute’s desperate lunge, referee Chris Foy pointed immediately to the penalty spot.
Opportunity knocked for Pompey but, when Kevin-Prince Boateng fired his kick against the legs of Petr Cech, the door slammed shut.
Within minutes, Drogba picked himself up after being fouled by the otherwise ­outstanding Aaron Mokoena 25 yards out.
And when David James took a slight step to his right as Drogba shaped to shoot, it was fatal.
Drogba’s whipped effort beat the Pompey keeper’s left hand by inches and bounced in off the foot of the post.
The Ivorian deserved his 37th goal of the season. In the latter stages of the first period, he had seen a free-kick clatter the crossbar off James’ ­fingertips and another close-range effort strike the foot of the post.
At that moment Portsmouth must have believed they were going to produce one of the greatest upsets of them all.
In an emotional show of ­defiance before the tie, their fans in the East Stand turned one half of Wembley into a sea of waving flags. It harked back to the golden days of the FA Cup, the glittering silver ­vision that has always offered hope to the underdog.
This was top versus bottom; rich versus poor; champions against vanquished.
Lampard almost silenced the Pompey chimes inside four minutes with a snap shot on the run that curled wide.
And when he got ­another sight of goal – and a chance to score in successive finals – the outside of James’ post ­intervened.
But Chelsea also had a let-off when Dindane stabbed ­instinctively at Boateng’s ­volley inside Chelsea’s six-yard box only to see Cech ­produce an incredible save.
The Blues went from the sublime to the ridiculous ­moments later when Florent Malouda somehow fired a shot against the underside of the bar. Then Terry rose ­between Ricardo Rocha and Boateng to meet Malouda’s lofted free-kick only to see his header bounce off the bar.
Drogba twice struck the same overworked goal frame as the break approached. It seemed nothing would get past James.
But when Boateng fired over on the restart, and then ­blundered from the penalty spot, Drogba struck ­decisively. Salomon Kalou and ­substitute Joe Cole should have made it comfortable.
And Pompey would have made Chelsea pay had Terry not ­inadvertently diverted ­substitute Nadir Belhadj’s cross away from Dindane with the goal gaping.
Even Lampard was wasteful, shooting wide from the ­penalty spot in the 88th minute after being hauled down by Michael Brown.

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Monday, May 10, 2010

wigan 8-0



Times:


Chelsea thrash Wigan to take Premier League title

Chelsea 8 Wigan Athletic 0
Oliver Kay, Football Correspondent


A couple of minutes before 7pm last night, Roman Abramovich made his way across the pitch at Stamford Bridge, struggling to circumvent the streamers and ticker-tape strewn across his path, and smiled to the few remaining Chelsea supporters in the East Stand before following the Premier League trophy to the dressing room.
This was the moment he had waited for since the trophy was paraded around Stamford Bridge four years ago. He has aged since then, as shown by the flecks of grey in his hair, and he has been through four managers and, for what it is worth, a divorce. But this was the moment Abramovich had been waiting for; not only was the Premier League trophy back in Chelsea’s hands but it had been secured with yet another avalanche of goals — two from Nicolas Anelka, one from Frank Lampard, one from Salomon Kalou, a second-half hat-trick from Didier Drogba and, finally, a sweet volley from Ashley Cole.
To put this in a historical context, the victory that sealed Chelsea’s title success was the biggest the club has achieved in a top-flight match. It meant that they ended the campaign with 103 goals — more than any team has recorded in the top flight of English football since Tottenham Hotspur in 1962-63. In an era in which records are only usually dated back to the launch of the Premier League, these statistics are genuinely worth recording.
For Abramovich, it all adds up to the dream he had always held of a free-scoring, free-flowing, championship-winning Chelsea team. The previous two Premier League title successes, under José Mourinho in 2005 and 2006, had been far more attritional. In both of those campaigns they ended up with 72 goals in 38 games. This time, under Carlo Ancelotti, they were 31 goals better off — averaging 2.71 goals per game as opposed to the previous 1.89 per game. They may not have realised Abramovich’s Utopian vision of “Barcelona in blue shirts”, but this is the season in which Chelsea have cast aside the tactical straitjacket and proved — as much to themselves as the rest of us — that free-flowing football and trophies are not mutually exclusive. It has not been what Arsène Wenger would call beautiful football — but even Wenger, and even Sir Alex Ferguson, would surely acknowledge, in the final reckoning, that Chelsea have ended up as worthy champions.
If there was a period a couple of months ago when it was tempting to characterise this as the title race that nobody wanted to win, those feelings had dissipated by the time Chelsea began their humiliation of a feckless Wigan Athletic team yesterday.
Since dropping points in what looked a damaging 1-1 draw away to Blackburn Rovers on March 21, five days after a painful Champions League elimination at the hands of Mourinho’s Inter Milan, they have won eight matches out of nine in all competitions, scoring 36 goals and conceding just four.
The goalscoring statistics are skewed by the seven-goal victories over Aston Villa, Stoke City and now Wigan, but is that not just the type of champagne football that Abramovich has been demanding for the past seven years, albeit against opponents who had little to play for? Playing with such freedom against the best, as Barcelona do, is a different challenge entirely, but Chelsea have also beaten Manchester United, Arsenal and Liverpool at home and away this season. Flat-track bullies they are not.
If ever a team looked ripe for bullying, though, it was the Wigan side that lived down to Ferguson’s worst fears by turning up at Stamford Bridge in end-of-season mood, already on the beach. Wigan inflicted Ancelotti’s first defeat in English football at the DW Stadium last September, with one of the most impressive team performances in the Premier League this season, but here they were abject, even if there was some mitigation in having lost Gary Caldwell to a red card for the foul that led to Lampard’s penalty on the half-hour.
If there had been any nerves inside the ground at kick-off, they were blown away within six minutes when Anelka put Chelsea ahead. There was a little fortune about the goal, as Florent Malouda set up his France team-mate from what looked an offside position, but Ancelotti’s men were in ruthless mood. It was only ever going to be matter of time — and from there, of how many they would score.
An amusing subplot centred on Drogba, whose desperation to beat Wayne Rooney to the Premier League’s Golden Boot award could be seen in his childish reaction to seeing Lampard take the penalty that he had won, having been tugged to the ground by Caldwell. Drogba pleaded to be allowed to take the kick, only for Lampard, the regular penalty-taker, to tell him, pointedly: “It’s 1-0.” Drogba skulked off to the centre circle as the lead was doubled.
The third goal, early in the second half, came from Kalou, another confident finish after an exchange of passes with Lampard in a tight penalty area, and Anelka scored his second three minutes later with a well-struck volley after being picked out by Branislav Ivanovic.
By now, with his team 4-0 up and the victory and the title a formality, Drogba was beginning to look even more desperate, with Mike Pollitt’s save from an overhead kick meaning that the forward was still locked on 26 goals with Rooney. But when Chelsea’s 100th goal of the Premier League campaign came in the 62nd minute, it was the Ivory Coast captain who scored it, a far-post header from another Lampard cross.
Five minutes later, Ashley Cole won a penalty and this time Drogba, having been given the green light by Lampard, scored.
Drogba’s third goal of the afternoon, his 29th of an excellent season, came from close range after good work by Joe Cole, who still hopes that his enterprising cameo appearance will not be his last as a Chelsea player. The eighth and final goal came from Ashley Cole, a left-foot volley after he was picked out by his namesake, and by now Stamford Bridge was in party mode.
“Carlo, Carlo, give us a wave,” they chanted — and this time Ancelotti did not need a translator to tell him to oblige them. In any language, Chelsea, in the Italian’s first season at the club, are worthy champions.

Chelsea (4-3-3): P Cech 6 B Ivanovic 6 Alex7 J Terry7 A Cole8 F Lampard 8 M Ballack7 F Malouda7 S Kalou 8 D Drogba 8 N Anelka 8. Substitutes: J Belletti 5 (for Ivanovic, 58), J Cole 5 (for Kalou, 58), N Matic (for Ballack, 71). Not used: Hilário, P Ferreira, Y Zhirkov, D Sturridge.


Wigan (3-4-1-2): M Pollitt 4 E Boyce4 G Caldwell 3 S Gohouri 4 M Melchiot3 M Diamé4 J McCarthy5 M Figueroa4 B Watson4 C N’Zogbia 4 H Rodallega 3. Substitutes: H Thomas 3 (for Watson, 62), P Scharner (for Diamé, 72), V Moses (for Rodallega, 80). Not used: V Stojkovic, J Mostoe, T Cywka, J Scotland.

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Telegraph:

Chelsea 8 Wigan Athletic 0
By Jason Burt


Chelsea cruised to the Premier League title, easily sweeping aside 10-man Wigan Athletic, with the only moment of drama being provided by Didier Drogba, who went on to score a hat-trick to become the league’s top-scorer, with an extraordinary act of petulance.
Following an absence of three seasons the title returned to Stamford Bridge, Chelsea prevailing by a single point over Manchester United, with two first-half goals setting them on the way to the victory they required, before a deluge in the second period.
It was the first time this season that Chelsea had scored eight goals at home – having on three previous occasions registered seven goals. Those goals also took Chelsea’s tally in the league this season to 103, the first time any team has registered a century, and beating the previous best haul which had been set by United. It was a resounding endorsement of their attacking football this season and an emphatic claim to be Champions.
However Drogba argued with Frank Lampard over who should take a penalty, after the latter was fouled, earning Steve Caldwell a red card. Drogba had said he wanted to finish the league’s top-scorer, and is second in line to take penalties after Lampard, but manager Carlo Ancelotti had made it clear that his regular taker would retain the duties.
However Drogba reacted embarrassingly, trudging back to the half-way line and refusing to join the celebrations as Lampard scored and later ignoring Ancelotti’s demands for him to get on with the game. Before that and Nicolas Anelka had smashed a low shot beyond stand-in goalkeeper Mike Pollitt, after Florent Malouda had headed the ball into his path.
That settled Chelsea nerves and after the interval they destroyed Wigan with further goals. Lampard and Kalou combined with the former running outside the striker to cut the ball back. Kalou side-footed beyong Pollitt. Then
Branislav Ivanovic crossed deep for Anelka, unmarked, to strike a wonderful, crisp volley back across the goalkeeper and into the net.
Drogba got his goal, being picked out by Lampard with a cross which he headed, from the angle, across Pollitt. When Chelsea were awarded a second penalty, after Ashley Cole was caught by Mario Melchiot, Lampard deferred to Drogba whose shot struck a post but ricocheted into the net. It ensured Drogba would finish the campaign ahead of Wayne Rooney, earning him the league’s Golden Boot, and he ran to Ancelotti to shake his hand. He wrapped up his hat-trick with his 29th league goal in bundling the ball over the line after Joe Cole’s shot had been parried.
There was no consolation for Wigan with Petr Cech superbly tipped over Victor Moses’s drive from distance. Instead Joe Cole showed tenacity to shake off Hendry Thomas and clip a deep cross which Ashley Cole met on the volley to finish the scoring and end the contest – and the league campaign – with a flourish.


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Sun:


Chelsea 8 Wigan 0


SHAUN CUSTIS at Stamford Bridge


YOU cannot argue with that, can you?


A rattling eight goals to clinch the Premier League title, over 100 scored in the season, and the Golden Boot for striker Didier Drogba, who hit a last-day hat-trick.
Drogba should have been given a golden boot up the backside for his petulant behaviour in arguing with Frank Lampard over who should take a first-half penalty.
But the striker spitting out his dummy could not overshadow Chelsea's triumphant afternoon as they lifted their first title since 2006 and stopped Manchester United making it four in a row.
Not so long ago manager Carlo Ancelotti admitted he was surprised at how free-scoring Chelsea had become. "I'm from Italy, I like defence," he said.
Yet his team has netted seven goals three times - against Aston Villa, Sunderland and Stoke - and now an eight, which is a club record score in the top flight.
It is some way for Ancelotti to mark his debut season in English football.
The Italian has had quite a baptism what with the off-field problems for John Terry, injury to key defender Ashley Cole and defeat by Jose Mourinho's Inter Milan in the Champions League.
Losing to ex-boss Mourinho was a huge disappointment but Chelsea didn't crumble. Ancelotti kept everyone calm and the response has been fantastic.
Now the target is to complete a Double by beating Portsmouth in next weekend's FA Cup final.
The way they disposed of Wigan, that should be a formality.
There was no sign of any nerves yesterday. Chelsea were only one point ahead of United and knew that any slip-up could still let in Alex Ferguson's men.
Chelsea had to win to be sure of the title but there was never any doubt once they opened the scoring with just six minutes gone.
It was Nicolas Anelka who struck, firing home at the near-post after Florent Malouda had chested down Frank Lampard's header.
By 31 minutes it was pretty much done and dusted when Gary Caldwell hauled down Lampard in the penalty area and was shown the red card to reduce Wigan to 10 men.
The England midfielder argued with Drogba that he was Chelsea's regular penalty-taker and should take the spot-kick. It was more important Chelsea established command of the match and the title rather than worrying about whether the Ivory Coast striker scored more goals than his big rival for the Golden Boot, Wayne Rooney.
Drogba did not see it the same way and was quite pathetic as Lampard fired in.
He stomped about, continued his debate with Lampard as Wigan kicked off again and had to be calmed first by Salomon Kalou and Florent Malouda, and later by skipper Terry.
He then tried a ridiculous shot from 35 yards just before half-time and got a smacked bottom from headmaster Ancelotti at the break, who told him to belt up.
Drogba doesn't do himself any favours. He admitted afterwards he was wrong but, had his side not run riot, the inquest into his behaviour might have been more intense.
When the players returned to the pitch for the second half, Drogba was still not really talking to Lampard until deciding he had better stop behaving like a silly schoolboy and went over to his team-mate for a brief hug.
Lampard got on with it and was involved in the third goal as he returned the ball to Kalou in a beautifully crafted move. Kalou, who has finished the campaign strongly, controlled and tucked it away.
As Anelka fired in a right foot volley from Branislav Ivanovic's deep cross to make it four on 57 minutes you could sense Drogba becoming more and more frustrated that he was not on the score sheet.
He dragged an effort across goal before finally going ahead of Rooney with his 27th of the season six minutes later.
Wigan keeper Mike Pollitt made a great save to keep out the striker's overhead kick. But Lampard got to the loose ball and picked out Drogba to head Chelsea's fifth.
That brought up the century of goals for Chelsea, who became the first team to achieve such a feat since Spurs 47 years ago. Finally Drogba was happy.
Lamps graciously gave him the ball when Mario Melchiot fouled Ashley Cole to concede another penalty. Drogba smacked it home via the left-hand post... it would have been rather amusing had he missed.
'Stand up for the champions' sang the Stamford Bridge faithful as the goals kept on coming.
Sub Joe Cole's shot was saved by Pollitt and fell invitingly to Drogba who couldn't miss from close range as he completed his treble.
Then Cole, probably playing his last game for the Blues, battled his way through in the last minute and crossed for Ashley Cole to fire home.

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Guardian:


Chelsea clinch Premier League title after running riot against Wigan
Chelsea 8 Anelka 6, Lampard (pen) 32, Kalou 54, Anelka 56, Drogba 63, Drogba (pen) 68, Drogba 80, Cole, A 90 Wigan Athletic 0


Kevin McCarra at Stamford Bridge

Chelsea's triumphant season has been a spectacle of glittering devastation. Those who professed to dislike the club for the chilly calculation of José Mourinho's time will now have to be affronted instead by a totally different sort of ruthlessness. The return of the Premier League title to Stamford Bridge has been accomplished with an unstinting panache from players with so much hunger and verve that an hour-and-a-half hardly appears sufficient for them.
The left-back Ashley Cole certainly did not know when to stop – he knocked in the last of the eight goals. Wigan would have been in agony even if their centre-half Gary Caldwell had not been sent off when conceding the penalty that put his team 2-0 down. His absence might have been a small element, all the same, in the largest win by Chelsea in the top flight.
Carlo Ancelotti's insatiable line-up have reduced the Premier League scoring record to dust. Their tally 0f 103 is half-a-dozen better that Manchester United's total in 1999-2000. Statistics do get tiresome but Chelsea cannot get enough for the time being. It took a hat-trick to sate Didier Drogba, whose 29 goals made him the League's top scorer. The numbers, ultimately, are only the palest representation of Chelsea's vigour.
Ancelotti has performed an act of liberation. Talent ran riot at this club as it never has before. There is no parallel for this in the manager's career, where, for instance, some 10 seasons at Juventus and Milan contained a single title. An unanticipated chemistry has been at work in London to cause a conflagration that will still be warming the hearts of Chelsea fans in decades to come.
Just about everyone with a wish to bring the ball forward has come to look a better footballer under Ancelotti. It is scarcely the time to dwell on niggles, but it is regrettable that Joe Cole, who played the last half-hour, has been supplanted by Florent Malouda. That development will have exasperated Fabio Capello, who attended this Chelsea spectacle.
The side took back the title after a four-year wait and this rout is a monument to the elan that has distinguished them. It is tempting to call this a grand finale. How Portsmouth must wish that really was the case. Despite coming last in the Premier League, they had the satisfaction of getting to the FA Cup final. That is an appointment they might now keep with trepidation. Portsmouth may have to hope that Chelsea have now gorged themselves.
It is likelier that the mood will be unaltered. In the closing League match Wigan were sure to be in torment, although the margin was beyond anyone's guess. Those hoping for one last twist in the tale would have pointed to Chelsea's 3-1 defeat at the DW stadium in September.
That ignored the fact that Wigan often suffer greatly when they have to leave home. Roberto Martínez's side arrived at Stamford Bridge with the Premier League's second-worst defensive record in away matches, with 47 goals conceded already. Things deteriorated and by the close they had, by that measure, become the feeblest club of all in the top division.
Wigan were bright on the ball and vulnerable as soon as possession was lost. Romantics yearning for a cliffhanger abandoned hope in the sixth minute. Drogba's free-kick came off the wall, Frank Lampard headed the ball to the left of the posts and Nicolas Anelka shot home.
Chelsea were still circumspect immediately after that as they concentrated on neutralising Wigan but they knew that further goals awaited them. Wigan's fragility was glaring when Caldwell pulled down Lampard inside the area. His absurd decision to commit the foul brought a red card as well as the penalty, after 32 minutes, that the Chelsea midfielder converted as efficiently as ever.
There was a semblance of tension, with Drogba aggrieved to have been denied the opportunity to take the kick. Eventually, he was to cut loose. The Ivorian's overhead kick was saved marvellously by Mike Pollitt after 53 minutes but Lampard lifted the loose ball back for Drogba to head it home.
He had thus put Chelsea 5-0 in front and was allowed to take the penalty that brought the next goal after Mario Melchiot had brought down Ashley Cole. The kick was converted with panache and the hat-trick recorded 10 minutes from the end when Drogba tucked home a loose ball after yet another Pollitt save
Scoring had started to seem elementary long before that. The third had come from Salomon Kalou, after a one-two with Lampard, and Anelka scored the fourth with a volley from a pass by the same provider.
The world is accustomed now to this exuberant and lethal Chelsea line-up. It is going to be quite a task to maintain the standard let alone make improvements, but Ancelotti will not be fretting about anything at all after such a triumph.


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Independent:

Drogba's treble ensures gleeful Chelsea secure their crown in ruthless style
Chelsea 8 Wigan Athletic 0: Champions smash eight past feeble Wigan to set new Premier League goal record


By Sam Wallace, Football Correspondent

When they had cleared away all the streamers and the tickertape at Stamford Bridge yesterday, when they had scraped what was left of Wigan Athletic off the turf, and finally closed the gates, no one could be in any doubt that this was the team of the year.
Just to remind us, the 2010 Premier League champions ended with 90 minutes that distilled all the many qualities of their season into one climactic, masterpiece of a performance. They could have scored one goal to win their fourth league title, instead they laid on eight in a merciless display of attacking football against an opponent that had all but given up within half-an-hour.
It had the lot: a Frank Lampard penalty; a Didier Drogba sulk; a Didier Drogba hat-trick; a collectors' item of a volley from Ashley Cole and, on the touchline, Carlo Ancelotti could at last enjoy himself. He waved to every side of the ground long before the final whistle as his team did him the favour of coasting rather than crawling over the finishing line.
This was Chelsea as their title-winning teams will surely be remembered by posterity: ruthless, unyielding and meticulously well-drilled. Up in the best seats in the house, Roman Abramovich flinched and fidgeted as the first couple of goals went in and then gradually he too relaxed. Even his bodyguards started applauding the goals. The whole place lightened up.
No-one could begrudge Chelsea this league title. Not with a record 103 goals and victories home and away against Manchester United, Arsenal and Liverpool – something that United did not achieve in their past three title winning seasons. Sir Alex Ferguson said he hoped for a miracle at Stamford Bridge and you could say he got one: somehow Wigan managed to keep the goals conceded to single-figures.
There was plenty of exuberance in the celebrations at the end, none more so than from John Terry who escorted his wife Toni off the pitch hand-in-hand through the discarded streamers and tickertape in a scene straight out of the pages of Hello! The Chelsea captain just could not drag himself away from the adoration of the crowd and, when you consider the season that he has had, it is not hard to see why.
For once, the discordant family that is Chelsea football club looked very happy with itself. The owner beamed; the players celebrated; the WAGs tottered around the pitch on their heels and the fans, a sceptical lot at the best of times, gave Ancelotti their full endorsement. "We have waited three years for this," Terry shouted into the mic. "This is what it's about, being champions year after year."
Ancelotti had finally let rip with his emotions during the game, his fists clenched, the relief very obvious when Chelsea went six goals up. It might have been a trifle ambitious for him to address the crowd via the stadium mic at the end of the match. He spoke for about a minute and the only part of his speech that was comprehensible was his final exhortation: "Come on Chelsea!"
They finally got Florent Malouda, the last of the players, off the pitch and down the tunnel at 7pm and by then the game seemed something of a distant memory. Yet for all the players' families on the pitch afterwards and the expensive champagne that was wasted on the grass it was the performance that was the most memorable part of the day.
Nicolas Anelka volleyed in the first goal from Malouda's knockdown on six minutes and, although Malouda was offside, you knew from that point that this was going to be a procession. From then on Wigan scarcely figured in the game but that did not mean that it was not without one major flashpoint.
That was provided by Drogba who went into an extraordinary funk after he was denied taking the penalty that Lampard won on 31 minutes. Drogba needed just one goal to go ahead of Wayne Rooney in the Premier League goalscoring chart and he was furious that Lampard denied him the chance. So much so that the Englishman cut short his celebrations to placate his team-mate.
Drogba is a bizarre character at times. He carried on this charade until half-time, shaking his head and looking despondent. Gary Caldwell had been sent off for his challenge on Lampard and Wigan were clearly there for the taking. The rest of the Chelsea team sensed that but, like an affronted toddler, Drogba wanted everyone to know he was not happy. They brought Chelsea's 1955 title-winning captain Roy Bentley onto the pitch at half-time – at 85 years old he is older than a lot of the Chelsea pensioners. If they had given him a squad number and put him up front for the second half, even he might have got on the scoresheet, so deflated and defeated were the opposition.
Salomon Kalou scored the third and Anelka added the fourth before Drogba scored his first. His hat-trick came in the space of 17 minutes just after the hour. The first was a back-post header; the second a penalty that Lampard let him have after Ashley Cole was brought down in the area and the third a rebound after Joe Cole's shot was saved.
That was seven goals for Chelsea; the fourth time they have reached that total in the league this season. They went one better in injury-time when Ashley Cole volleyed in Joe Cole's cross from the right. Seven goals has felt fairly commonplace at Stamford Bridge this season; eight goals marked yesterday out as a really special occasion.
It might well be the last that we see of Joe Cole in a Chelsea shirt. His demands to be paid the same as Lampard and Terry are ambitious enough but he must be worried that Ancelotti does not really see a place for him in this team. With Fabio Capello watching yesterday, Cole was only a second-half substitute – the return of Michael Essien next season and new signings in the summer could push him further to the margins.
Saturday will be the FA Cup final and if Wigan can ship eight goals then it makes you wonder what might happen to poor old Portsmouth if they concede one early on or, like Wigan, go down to ten men. It could be a brutal occasion against the new league champions who, on this evidence, are in no mood to take prisoners.


Chelsea (4-1-3-2): Cech; Ivanovic (Belletti, 59), Alex, Terry, A Cole; Lampard, Ballack (Matic, 70), Malouda; Kalou (J Cole, 59), Drogba, Anelka. Substitutes not used: Hilario (gk), Zhirkov, Ferreira, Sturridge.
Wigan Athletic (3-5-2): Pollitt; Boyce, Caldwell, Gohouri; Melchiot, Diame (Scharner, 72), McCarthy, Watson (Thomas, 62), Gigueroa; N'Zogbia, Rodallega (Moses, 81). Substitutes not used: Stojkovic (gk), Scotland, Cywka, Mostoe.


Booked: Chelsea Drogba Wigan Ghouri, N'Zogbia
Sent off: Caldwell
Referee: M Atkinson (Yorkshire)
Man of the match: Kalou
Attendance: 41,383

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Mail:
Chelsea 8 Wigan 0: Carlo Ancelotti the champ is even more special for true Blues
Matt Lawton Chief Football Correspondent


Carlo Ancelotti did more than simply deliver a third Barclays Premier League title for Roman Abramovich yesterday. He delivered a vision, a dream; what Chelsea's billionaire owner had in mind when he spoke of his ambition for his team.
Abramovich had expressed his thoughts in that first meeting with Ancelotti in a Geneva hotel two years ago. 'He was and is still looking for a team with a precise identity,' Ancelotti wrote in the book he published shortly before becoming the manager at Stamford Bridge. 'Like Manchester United, Liverpool, Milan, certainly not like my Chelsea.'
The Russian wanted a team with a bit of style and panache as well as strength and power. Jose Mourinho had built a side that could win major trophies but not in a way that fully satisfied his employer.
Abramovich wanted more. Even now, he still wants more. He wants to lift the European Cup and that loss to Mourinho's Inter Milan remains painful for all those associated with this club.
But Abramovich now pursues that particular target with a team he can be proud of; a team with what he would consider the right kind of identity; a team with a reputation not just for defensive solidity but for attractive, entertaining football and goals by the bucket-load.
Not to mention a manager, and this is just as important to Abramovich, who rather than court controversy chooses to conduct himself with dignity.
Records nevertheless tumbled here yesterday, Chelsea not only surpassing Manchester United's mark of 97 in a single Premier League season but becoming the first club to score more than 100. By the time Ashley Cole struck with a quite brilliant volley in the 90th minute, they were up to 103.
It was some achievement but not the only one of an at-times tumultous season. Not by a long way. They are champions thanks to a perfect record against their so-called top-four rivals. Two wins against United, two against Arsenal and two against Liverpool. Not to mention the four occasions, this one included, when they scored seven or more goals.
For Ancelotti, it must have been so, so satisfying. Mourinho made much of landing the title in his first season and to do the same, and now be within touching distance of a domestic Double will give the Italian an enormous amount of pleasure. Especially when he loathes 'His Specialty' as much as he does.
One banner at Stamford Bridge yesterday declared that Ancelotti was 'more than special', and while he might need to win the Champions League to prove that to himself, while the six defeats Chelsea have suffered this season might be something Mourinho sniffs at, the chorus of 'Carlo, Carlo, Carlo' would certainly suggest the supporters have taken a shine to him.
Rightly so after the way Ancelotti revived his players following all the off-the-field controversy relating to John Terry and Ashley Cole, and their crushing exit from Europe.
Seven wins from the nine Premier League games that followed defeat to Inter, not to mention victory in an FA Cup semi-final against Aston Villa, have been quite a riposte.
The run continued here yesterday with impressive ease, even if the dismissal of Gary Caldwell after 31 minutes ended any chance Wigan had of avoiding total annihilation.
Even if Didier Drogba did his best to get himself hooked by Ancelotti for a quite extraordinary tantrum when Frank Lampard refused to let him take the first of two penalties.
At that stage Chelsea were leading by a single goal but Drogba shamefully put personal ambition - he wanted to beat Wayne Rooney to the Premier League's golden boot - ahead of the club he serves.
In the end he was lucky Ancelotti allowed him to stay on the pitch and score the second-half hat-trick that saw off Rooney's challenge. When the half-time interval arrived, Ancelotti just told him to belt up.
Drogba had already been involved in the opening sixth-minute goal, unleashing the free-kick that rebounded off the Wigan wall and invited Michael Ballack to head the ball back towards Florent Malouda. Malouda was actually half a yard offside but the officials allowed him to chest the ball into the path of Nicolas Anelka, who struck with a super right-foot shot.
It was when Caldwell then wrestled a rapidly-advancing Lampard to the ground 25 minutes later, however, that Drogba demonstrated why he might not be the most popular member of the Chelsea dressing room.
Not only did he protest when Lampard reminded him that he had been taking the penalties all season, not to mention the fact that this was not the day to be messing around, but he continued to sulk for the rest of the half. Had it been his ball, he would have taken it home.
Ignoring his petulant prima donna of a team-mate, Lampard successfully converted from the spot to extend his own goal tally to 27 before executing a one-two with Salomon Kalou that enabled the more modest member of the Ivory Coast team to make it 3-0 in the 54th minute. The final ball from Lampard looked like it might have been intended for Drogba but, amusingly, Kalou intercepted and drove his shot past Michael Pollitt.
When Anelka scored his second of the afternoon two minutes after that, meeting a cross from Branislav Ivanovic with a marvellous volley, Drogba must have started to wonder if he was being punished for something he had done in a previous life.
But his first and Chelsea's fifth - their 100th in all - would come in the 63rd minute in the form of a close-range header courtesy of a Lampard chip.
It would not be Lampard's first act of undeserved generosity. Four minutes after providing him with the final ball, Lampard invited Drogba to take the second penalty after Mario Melchiot had brought down Ashley Cole in the box.
Having been shoved towards Lampard by Anelka, Drogba hesitated briefly before smashing the ball home via the inside of Pollitt's right-hand post.
His third was the simplest of the three, a close-range strike after Pollitt could only parry a shot from Joe Cole into his path. A 29th Premier League goal had the golden boot in the bag.
Not that Chelsea were finished. One more goal would come, shortly before the final whistle, the volley Ashley Cole unleashed to make it Chelsea's biggest win in their top-flight history underlining just how awful Roberto Martinez's side were.
Having delighted in seeing Ancelotti wave in their direction, Chelsea's supporters burst into song. 'Boring, boring Chelsea' they cried obvious irony.
Afterwards Ancelotti requested that the questions be kept simple. 'My level of wine is high,' he said with a smile. But he thanked his 'owner' even before his players, not least for providing him with a platform that he said made it 'easy to do my best'.
Back in Geneva, to that first meeting with Abramovich, Ancelotti felt like he was on a 'secret mission'. As he cracked open another bottle at Stamford Bridge last night, it must have felt like mission accomplished.

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Star:
CARLO ANCELOTTI LEADS CHELSEA'S TITLE PARTY
David Woods
Chelsea 8, Wigan 0

CARLO Ancelotti toasted Chelsea’s title glory and then revealed he planned to have one over the eight himself.
Wine buff Ancelotti saw his men lift the Premier League crown by pipping Manchester United by a point.
And, having downed the Reds, Ancelotti downed some red.
“Easy questions please because my level of wine is high!” he said. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to go home.”
The Blues ended United’s three-year domination of the Premier League in vintage style, with a club-record league win.
A Didier Drogba hat-trick, two from Nicolas Anelka and strikes from Frank Lampard, Salomon Kalou and Ashley Cole took their goals tally to a record 103 – trouncing beating United’s previous best of 97 in 2000.
Ancelotti, lured by owner Roman Abramovich from Milan last summer, can now lead the club to a first league and FA Cup double when they face Portsmouth at Wembley on Saturday.
Ancelotti said he hoped yesterday’s success would be the first of many for him at Stamford Bridge.
“I hope to stay here a long time and win a lot of titles,” he added. “I think this club will have a future because these players are not so old and we have a very good squad, for next year and the years after.”
He also claimed he did not expect major changes to his squad in the summer. “I think this team doesn’t need to change a lot of things.
“Every player did a fantastic job this season.”
Ancelotti’s non-combative style and readiness to play attacking football has won him many friends and improved Chelsea’s reputation.
Home fans, who still cherish former boss Jose Mourinho, sang his name for the first time at Stamford Bridge yesterday.
“I’m very happy for this because they appreciate the job I’ve done,” he added. “We have a very good relationship and we will be even better in the future.”
Ancelotti revealed he had spoken to Drogba at half-time after the striker – who wanted to score to boost his chances of winning the Golden Boot – went into a strop because Lampard would not allow him to take Chelsea’s penalty.
“It was my decision, if there was a penalty, to give it to Lampard,” he said. “I told Drogba to stay calm and quiet because he’d have opportunities to score in the second half. I said: ‘Quiet. You can score in the second half.’ I am a magician.”
Golden Boot winner Drogba claimed all his three goals – one from the spot – after the break. “I wasn’t happy at first, but I know I made a mistake,” said Drogba. “Frank was right.”
Skipper John Terry said: “This feels magnificent. It’s been three hard years seeing United lift it. We’ve got it back now and we need to do what Man United have done and maintain it for a few years.
“I’ve been hurting inside for three years seeing United win – and I promise you every one of us has sat there and watched it. It’s their turn turn to sit there and watch us today.”


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Express:


CHELSEA LANDSLIDE AS BLUES GRAB FOURTH LEAGUE TITLE
By Tony Banks Chelsea 8, Wigan 0


UNLIKE that other big contest, this one had a definite result. It turned into a blue landslide as Carlo Ancelotti’s team established just about the biggest majority possible.
Chelsea swept to a fourth League title as a club – their first in four seasons – in such astonishing style as they clinched glory.
All doubt and worry about Manchester United were swept aside as, yet again, this irresistible attacking machine tore opponents to pieces.
In taking their title, Chelsea have notched up 103 goals – the first team to achieve such a feat in the top flight since Tottenham in 1963.
It has not been the easiest of campaigns, what with six defeats, off-field problems for John Terry and Ashley Cole, a worldwide transfer ban, exit from the Champions League and many long-term injuries.
But unflappable Ancelotti’s transformation of this team into a force par excellence has won him his first major honour in England.
Three times this season Chelsea have slammed seven past teams here. Hapless Wigan, who played with 10 men for an hour, were hit even harder. On an amazing last day, Roberto Martinez’s team were the ultimate sacrificial lambs. With the big prize in their sights, Ancelotti’s reshaped, reborn team were utterly merciless.
Going into the day with a one-point lead over United, Chelsea knew anything less than a win was unthinkable. There were nerves, of course, but once Nicolas Anelka had the first goal after just five minutes, volleying home from Florent Malouda’s knock-down, the outcome was never in doubt.
The sub plot was Didier Drogba’s hilarious hissy fit when Frank Lampard grabbed the ball after he had been brought down and rammed home the penalty to make it 2-0 – an incident which saw Gary Caldwell sent off.Drogba thought he should have had it as he chased the Golden Boot and sulked for the rest of the opening half.
That little ruckus was swiftly ended in the second half as Drogba rammed in a hat-trick to take the trophy from Wayne Rooney in style. Wigan, who had played nice football without ever looking threatening, simply wilted. Salomon Kalou made it three as he pounced on Lampard’s pass to score from close range and No4 saw Anelka superbly volley in from an angle.
Mike Pollitt in the Wigan goal actually had a good game – and though he never had a chance of keeping the score respectable, he did keep it down. But it was kisses all around at last as Lampard crossed for Drogba to nod in from close range for the fifth goal.
Then as Ashley Cole was brought down in the area, Lampard finally did hand the ball to Drogba, who lashed in the spot-kick off a post. Tricky Joe Cole was brought on for a cameo that might well be his Chelsea swansong, with Tottenham hovering.
And it was his shot that the gallant Pollitt pushed out for Drogba to stab home his hat-trick strike. That made it 29 league goals and Rooney was vanquished. The carnival atmosphere was complete as Joe Cole crossed for namesake Ashley to crack in a low drive. And the celebrations began.
Talk about winning in style. Roman Abramovich brought in Ancelotti to win things but with panache.
Former AC Milan manager Ancelotti, who has now won only his second-ever league title, has unquestionably delivered.
The title-winning seasons under Jose Mourinho, in 2005 and 2006, saw a ruthless, machine-like team grinding opponents down. But these Blues, these Ancelotti Blues, are very different.
This side might not be as efficient, being prone to the odd bad day. But, on-song, they are unstoppable. And that, in the end, is what has won this title. Drogba bagged 29 league strikes, Lampard 22. There have been 41 goals in nine home league games this year.
No one else has been able to match that kind of firepower. So likeable Italian Ancelotti, in this most remarkable of seasons, has won the day.
He has refused to take part in the mind games, the mud slinging and the moaning. The Quiet Man was the victor – no coalitions needed.


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Mirror:

Chelsea 8-0 Wigan
Martin Lipton


That's how you win the title – in real style.


Not by scrambling over the line, edging your way point by point.
But by doing what you have done all season, having the courage of the manager’s attacking convictions, ignoring the occasion and simply playing the game, setting another club record win to reinforce your mastery.
And while Carlo Ancelotti may need to win the ­Champions League, too, before he stops being judged by the standards of Jose Mourinho, this was the ideal way for the Italian to show what he has brought.
Sometimes the statistics tell you all you need to know.
So how about these: 103 goals in the season, the first time any side has broken the ton since Spurs in 1963. A hat-trick to clinch the Golden Boot for Didier Drogba, even if the African behaved like a four-year-old when he was not allowed to take Chelsea’s first penalty of the ­afternoon.
Frank Lampard making it 30 from midfield – yes 30 – for club and country. Four points dropped at home all season to compete a run of seven wins out of eight since they stared into the abyss at Blackburn on March 21, six wins out of six against the Big Four.
As the joyful Blues fans bellowed: “That’s why we’re champions,” even Sir Alex Ferguson and Manchester United cannot argue with that.
Chelsea’s long wait since 2006 ended, fittingly, with a ­performance that was the embodiment of Ancelotti’s vision, even if it took not one goal to quell the nerves cascading round Stamford Bridge, but two.
Indeed, even though Nicolas Anelka drilled home after just five minutes, from Chelsea’s first attack, it was Wigan who looked far more composed. But Roberto Martinez’s men, nice on the ball but without any real punch, have a worse goal difference than ­Portsmouth and soon it was easy to see why.
Maynor Figueroa casually squandered possession, Salomon Kalou fed Drogba and as he slipped into Lampard’s path, Gary Caldwell’s response was to grab a big handful of the midfielder’s shirt and haul him to the ground. An easy double decision for Martin Atkinson – a spot kick and a red card – but what followed from Drogba was pathetic.
Despite Ancelotti having made it clear on Friday that Lampard was his penalty-taker, Drogba would not accept the situation, having to be calmed down by Florent Malouda and Kalou even as Lampard prepared to rifle into the bottom corner.
That was just the beginning of a 15-minute public tantrum by the striker, who showed no interest in playing, moaned constantly and even went over to Ancelotti to complain at the injustice.
No wonder Drogba was given the mother of all dressing downs at the break, emerging sheepishly to join the huddle before the restart and deciding he was one of a team and not a petulant little boy.
About time and it meant Drogba joined the ­celebrations that kicked off for real nine minutes into the second period. Kalou spotted Lampard’s overlap and then slalomed past the last defender as he took the cut-back before sliding home.
And soon after, as Anelka met Branislav Ivanovic’s cross with a textbook volley that again gave poor Mike Pollitt no chance, it became a question of how many. The century was clocked up as Lampard teased in a cross that allowed Drogba to get that crucial strike to nudge him ahead of Wayne Rooney and when Mario Melchiot clipped Ashley Cole’s heels, the African was given his spot-kick chance.
Drogba converted off the inside of the post, completing his hat-trick as he stabbed home the rebound from Joe Cole’s shot before the ­substitute, in perhaps his last appearance for the club, crossed for his namesake to hammer home the eighth.
This was Chelsea’s day, Chelsea’s season. Ancelotti deserves his tributes, too. This is his side. And boy do they look a good one.