MIDDLESBROUGH
V CHESLEA
This last sixteen tie takes place eleven
days late due to Chelsea’s need to overcome Brentford in the fourth round replay
while also fulfilling their Europa League commitments. The delay means the
sixth round opponents are known in advance; formidably but lucratively (for
Boro at least) they are Manchester United at Old Trafford.
Under the lights at the Riverside it is a
still crisp evening and a decent 26,000 plus crowd is expected to cheer on a
Boro side whose Championship promotion prospects have plummeted since the start
of 2013. Chelsea’s form is also indifferent with rumours of discord under the
unpopular Rafa Benitez. It does not bode well for an attractive cup tie.
It’s traditional colours: Middlesbrough red v
Chelsea blue. The Middlesbrough team shows a bit of rotation with an eye to a
big game on Saturday. Chelsea have fielded a team that include a few old lags
(Terry, Ferriera & Benayoun), some young guns (Moses, Bertrand & Ake –
the latter looking like a teenage Ruud Gullet), some A list players (Oscar,
Ramires & Cech) and a couple whose status is, let’s say, in transition
(Torres & Ivanovic).
At the start Boro seem nervous and agitated,
often bumping into each other in their haste to chase the ball, while Chelsea seem
happy to just stroll around and re-acquaint themselves with the Riverside. With
most of the action, or at least activity, in the central third of the pitch
Boro settle down and Chelsea seem to lose whatever plan or structure they
started with.
Most of the interest is in the individual
battles. From the start Bikey bullies Torres into a sulky submission, which he
fails to emerge from even when the Boro centre half limps off late in the half.
Moses gives full back Friend a torrid time for most of the half, but the game Boro
full back never gives up and no damage occurs. McDonald and Main are dwarfed by
Terry and Ivanovic; McDonald relishes the contest but young Main is out of his
depth. In midfield the hard working Leadbitter and Williams have their hands
full with the vision and skill of Oscar and the grace and drive of Ramires. The
only area where a match-up could favour Boro is out wide where Haroun has the
edge over the young Bertrand and Carayol may have the legs on the aging Ferreira.
The set up often leaves Bailey free and the
Boro defender sets up the first chance of the half with a good cross to McDonald
who heads narrowly wide. Then Carayol gets into the box and his drive is well
hit but straight at Cech who saves. With Bikey replaced by Hines, Torres perks
up but when he does burst clear his shot is tame and rolls into Steele’s
waiting arms.
The half ends goalless - a fair reflection
on the play. Boro have looked the more coherent team but Chelsea’s stars have
shown glimpses of class that could settle the game in a flash.
Chelsea begin the stronger in the second
half and within 5 minutes Oscar penetrates to the by-line and pulls back a dangerous
cross from the right. A Boro head just gets to it but without power, and the
ball falls to Ramires. He takes a measured shot that curls towards the goal and
its guardian Steele; then Torres’ shoulder intervenes to deflect the ball high
into the net denying the keeper the chance to save.
The one goal lead gingers up Chelsea and
they continue to press for a while, a Moses cross shot being the highlight,
before once more sinking into their torpor and letting Boro back into the game.
Benitez senses this and just before the hour
sends on Hazard for Benayoun; the Boro fans issue a collective groan, anticipating
the mixed emotions of viewing a great player who has the potential to finish
off their slim hopes of a comeback. Mowbray’s response is to put on Millar for
Main, the young lad having completed his one hour work experience mainly
consisting bouncing off John Terry.
As expected it is substitute Hazard that has
most impact. Before long he slices through the inside left channel, exchanging a
one-two with Oscar before giving Moses a tap in for 2-0.
Chelsea think that is job done but Boro
mount a spirited end to the game. Millar gets down to business and is
positively dynamic in comparison to the lack lustre Torres, whose continued
presence on the pitch seems more of a penance than a reward for his efforts.
The final ten minutes see the Chelsea goal
under, admittedly wayward, bombardment. A McDonald header, shots from Zemmama
(on for Carayol) and Leadbitter, and a stretching volley from Millar all miss
the target.
So it ends at 0-2 with Premiership finishing
quality the deciding factor. The Middlesbrough cup run is done; Chelsea’s may
last only ninety minutes longer if they play no better at Old Trafford.