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Diego Costa Bookends Everton

Simply incredible soccer today at Goodison Park with Everton at home vs. Chelsea; more of a boxing match, actually, which Chelsea ultimately prevailing 6-3. It was a lot closer than it looked though, and maybe should've been 3-3. Everton scored an own-goal and Chelsea's first two were a little "offsides-y" if you ask me and just about everyone else at the match (including, probably, Chelsea).

Chelsea came out swinging with two very early goals, the first one by Diego Costa to keep his three game scoring streak going. After that it was simply a cracker of game. Probably the most exciting football I've seen all year. I realize I must say that once a blog post but THIS TIME IT'S TRUE. Such a fast-paced, attacking game, I barely had a chance to recover from the previous goal in time before the next one was flying in. And? What should be the perfect way to cap-off the game but with Diego Costa clipping in a crisp low-angle goal from just two or three yards outside the right post in injury time; the first and the last goals of the game came from his boot. Close up shop, boys. Your work here is done...

Who else scored between Costa's goals? How? When? Why? Who cares right now. I'd have to do some serious research in order to build an accurate and meaningful chain of events, but I don't have time for that right now. The main takeaway for you, the uninitiated soccer-futbol fan is: Chelsea's Diego Costa. 

Costa's not the fastest or the most creative but the man's like a goddam Blue Tick Coonhound when he gets near the goal. Put him in front of the onion bag and give him a touch on the ball...forget about it. You're not going to see any long-range gaspers or bicycle kick circus trick goals, but there's no stat line for that anyway. The man is not an artist, he's a worker...and he gets the job done. I now tune into Chelsea games just to watch him play.

In my opinion: best forward in the game right now.


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