While the experience of witnessing Didier Drogba fittingly end his time as a blue by finally ending our quest for the illusive Champions League title was a moment that I’m sure only occassions such as weddings and births of children could come close to (unlikely), there was an undoubtable feeling that this was the beginning of something fresh at Chelsea. A new dawn. A focal moment of transition from one era to another. All the pain and misery of failing near the final hurdle being put to rest at last, just as it felt as though the John Terry’s and Frank Lampard’s of our team would never get their hands on one. But how do we...