A few minutes after the final whistle of each game at Stamford Bridge, a familiar scene unfolds. From the far side of the pitch, a gaggle of sharp-dressed men march with expressions of injured and aggrieved entitlement towards the tunnel and, thence, to the home dressing room.
Behdad Eghbali, the Chelsea co-owner, is usually among them. So, too, two of the club’s growing army of sporting directors Paul Winstanley and Laurence Stewart. If Chelsea have not won, their gait says they want to know why. The dysfunction that is rife at the club could not possibly be anything to do with them.