Didier Drogba: Yeaaaaaaaaaaah!
Roman: Greetings. We have not spoken for some time, but I have not been idle. No, I work hard to realise my vision of a world where my enemies pray for the swift, merciful death a chainsaw brings.
Didier Drogba: Number ONE baby, yeah!
Roman: This man Scolari disappointed me deeply. I saw him as my dark prince, sitting beside my throne, amusing me whenever I poked him with a sharp stick. But when I took him in to my Sloane Square rook, and he recoiled at my taxidermy Chelsea fans, I knew I must let him go.
Didier Drogba: Look at this big shiny trophy – IN YOUR FACE!
Roman: And so I walk alone once again. My only amusement is punching dogs in the face. This ‘Football’ is for the weak and fat, but remains the perfect cover for my operations.
Didier Drogba: Paaaaaaaarty!
Roman: Sleep well, my friends. Soon, you will know the triumph of riding trained bears through London streets awash with blood. Await my signal.
Stand in skipper Brendon McCullum tweets us through that dropped chance.