For any of you who regularly read TheChelseaBlog, you’ll know my feelings on the whole Adrian Mutu saga. In a nutshell, the bloke didn’t fulfil the terms of his contract with us – because he was too busy shoving half a ton of Bolivian marching powder up his nostrils. Rather than say he’s sorry though, when the club justifiably kick him into touch, he does his international playboy bit for a while, finds himself another club to pick up his career with then whinges like a bitch in his newfound role as the poor little victim. Yes, big bad Chelsea had the audacity to be pissed off that a player should put recreational drug use ahead of a professional footballing