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🚨 We are told Liam Rosenior maintains a good relationship with those upstairs at Chelsea, as he did when managing Strasbourg. Agents of players say the squad like Rosenior and are behind him. (@kierangill_DM) #CFC

@naomirwolf @mehdirhasan @BBC @NYT Anyone with half a braincell knows mossad did 9/11.

🚨 Chelsea director Danny Finkelstein said there is no statistical relationship between managers and results and that PSG’s head coach Luis Enrique would not have been the right appointment for Chelsea. (@Matt_Law_DT) #CFC

A message to one of my dedicated followers @ebehdad - Mr. Behdad Eghbali. You smug, self-deluded, ego-maniacal parasite. Sit down and read this, because the entire Chelsea faithful has had enough of your narcissistic reign of terror. You, more than anyone else in this clown show of an ownership group, have singlehandedly driven this once-mighty club into the gutter with your bloated sense of superiority. You mistake the echo in your skull for applause from a gallery of posterity. And let’s start right where the mask finally slipped: the firing of Enzo Maresca. The man who, just six months earlier, had us lifting the Club World Cup and the Conference League. Demolishing the same PSG that just PEGGED us over two legs. The guy who actually had us playing some semblance of coherent football after years of your chaotic experiments. But no, your fragile little ego couldn’t handle it, could it? You couldn’t stand the thought that a real football man like Maresca might succeed without kissing your ring every five minutes. So you micromanaged him into oblivion, clashed over every tactical decision, every squad selection, every transfer nuance, until the relationship exploded and he walked away mid-season – or you shoved him out the door, depending on which lie your PR lackies are spinning today. You’ve ruined Chelsea, Behdad. Singlehandedly. Don’t hide behind Todd Boehly or the rest of the Clearlake circus. This is on YOU. You’ve turned us into a laughing stock – mid-table drifters at best, where qualifying for the UCL is somehow an accomplishment! Remember when we were contenders? When the Premier League feared us? Now we’re the punchline. You’ve destroyed the culture, the identity, the soul of this club. Legends like Terry, Lampard, Cech, Hazard, and Drogba built something special and your brilliant mind has somehow dismantled it brick by ego-driven brick. Here’s the truth you need to hear, loud and clear: it’s time to sell the club. WALK AWAY. Take your ego, your data, your Clearlake millions, and get the hell out of Chelsea. This is our club. A historic institution with 120 years of pride that you’ve reduced to rubble in record time. Sell to someone who actually loves football, who understands that managers need autonomy, that squads need stability, and that fans deserve better than this endless circus. The damage is already catastrophic, but it’s not irreversible. Hand over the keys to real football people who will rebuild what your arrogance demolished. The throne you’ve built for your own genius is constructed entirely of mirrors, which explains both the grandeur and the vacancy. Because if you stay, Behdad, you’ll finish what you started: the total annihilation of Chelsea FC. Your ego has already cost us Enzo Maresca, cost us momentum, and cost us our dignity. Don’t cost us our future too. Sell up. Disappear. And let the real Blues rise again without your toxic shadow hanging over everything. We don’t want your “vision” anymore. We want our club back. You’ve had your chance. You’ve failed. Now go.