Victory is the cake and revenge, icing

It all begins with a presumed supreme advantage you have on your side, not without the avoidable help of your antagonist. Continuing in that frame of mind, you think that nothing can stop you. You are the ultimate ruler of the world (of the continent, rather). And you prove it with a stroke of talented brilliance.

Then you take a break and savour your pachydermian exploits, utterly unaware of the scheming opposition's urge to get level with you.

The battle resumes and you are oozing with self-confidence (possibly qualifying as over-confidence). You don't expect anything to go against you and you even ignore the consequences of something that might do so.

And when you blink and see, it's a different world out there. It can't be true, you think. But your efficient senses don't agree with your ever-optimistic thought. You even pinch yourself for the dreaded confirmation and grudgingly you infer the seemingly only possible conclusion. But it ain't over yet..........

Shaking yourself out of your self-materialised Edwardian summer blues, you strive doubly hard, you don't want to give even an inch to those consistently over-achieving bloody idiots. But they are stronger than you. Fatigue starts showing up. You yearn for an opportunity to reassemble your physical, emotional and mental strength.

You get that opportunity and you reflect on how wonderful your situation could have been at this juncture if you had decided for it to be so. You repent and you pull out your hair. Even your tears evaporate in the heat of your anger. But then you seek solace in thinking that it could have been worse and the battle hasn't finished yet. You embark on a new beginning, remembering your legacy that made you what you are: special.

You restart with all guns blazing, minus the complacency this time round. The elusive reward now appears within sight but you are blindfolded for a moment and you lose sight of the goal. But you know that it is somewhere just round the corner. And yes indeed!!! You are back with a bang. You are eager to fulfil your potential, do justice to your abilities and you strike a double whammy into the guts of your enemies.

And then you are back to where you started from. A few scattered moments of glory are all that are possible for your opponents to achieve. Plenty of breathing space for you.

And then it's over. You finally win, you soak yourself in sweaty mirth, you dance with joy and relief because this time, it was you who won and someone else who lost and not the other way round which you have been used to and wary of experiencing.

The final whistle becomes just a physical sign of the inevitable occurrence that was waiting to happen for eons.

- This post was specially dedicated to Chelsea fans.