Alright, let me tell you a little story about Chelsea and this guy named Marc Guehi. So, once upon a time, Chelsea, who let’s be honest, loves a good transfer drama like the rest of us love a Sunday roast, decided to sell this young guy, Guehi, to Crystal Palace. They got him off their books for £18 million or something—you know, pocket change in the world of football. Fast forward a few years, voila! He’s now all grown up and… back on Chelsea’s wish list. Funny how life works, isn’t it?
Why Guehi, you ask? Euro 2024 happened and this fella was showing off some serious skills. Picture him on the field being all commanding and whatnot. He got a lot of eyes wandering his direction, kind of like that kid in school who suddenly becomes the cool kid over summer break. Newcastle was one of ’em, throwing money around like confetti, but Palace was like, “Nah, mate, not for £65 million.” They’re holding out for £70 million. Talk about driving a hard bargain!
Then along comes Tottenham, dragging their feet and trying to match the price tag in January. Bit of poor timing on their part since Palace wasn’t about to sell without a replacement lined up. Can’t just pull out a defender like he’s an old sweater.
Here’s Chelsea’s plan: whip up an offer they can’t refuse—£50 million plus Trevoh Chalobah. If you don’t know Chalobah, he’s that defender who had a little stint at Palace and people seemed to like him. Valued at a neat £30 million, this combo offer seems like some proper wheeling and dealing.
Meanwhile, Liverpool was in the mix until they figured they’d just stick with Van Dijk. A bit like going back to your old but trusty shoes even if the new ones look tempting, I guess.
Palace without Guehi isn’t a pretty picture, considering they just got rocked by Man City, 5-2. Their manager, Glasner, wasn’t shy to admit they were having some issues—fitness, form, you name it. Losing Guehi sure would leave a gap big enough to drive a bus through.
So Chelsea, in their usual whirlwind fashion, seem keen to tie this one up in a bow before anyone else can swoop in. And there you have it, folks. A little football saga playing out before the summer sun properly hits.
