Hot-blooded Costa takes his revenge for Chelsea against Spurs – and serves it cold

So much for the battle of The Bridge. This was a more controlled kind of warfare. Not to mention a more controlled, cold-blooded kind of Diego Costa, who led by stealth from the front as Chelsea came from one down to beat Tottenham 2-1 in a thrilling, high-tempo match.

So often at times like these Costa has found himself at the centre of a kind of José-flavoured theatre of hate. Here he took his revenge served cold. In April Chelsea’s centre forward had his eye gouged by Moussa Dembélé in a match that simmered and spat before ending in authentic unbound rage.

If that was a fairly mind-bending collective meltdown, the role of Chelsea’s chief provocateur still bears re-examination. Perhaps the greatest trick Costa ever pulled was persuading Mark Clattenburg not to book him in a match where 12 yellow cards were shown, with Costa involved in at least five of then, and where he often seemed to play not on the edge or over the edge but with no real idea the edge even existed in the first place.

But then this is the amazing thing about Costa. Despite looking like he could be sent off in the first five minutes of pretty much every game he ever plays, he is yet to receive a red card in England, which tells you everything about his expertise in twanging only the right buttons, but winding his head in just as the train zips past.

There has been less of that under Antonio Conte. Here Costa’s key contribution wasn’t a kidney jab or an armpit pinch or anything from the Bad Diego range. Instead he waited and simmered as Tottenham suffocated Chelsea in the first half, asserting the physical strength of that bulked-up central rump, and looking like a team in the process of applying a cold, firm choke-hold on an occasion that got away from them in April.

Costa had already begun to wrestle his way into this game by half time. On 51 minutes he finally struck, producing a supreme piece of creative centre forward play to present Victor Moses with the chance to put Chelsea ahead. He has always been surprisingly quick in possession, scooting the ball along with his toe like a man very deftly punting a tin can along the pavement. Here he pulled to the left touchline, dipped and slowed and suddenly spurted off past his old pal Dembélé to the goal-line, cutting the ball back for Moses to finish via a deflection off Jan Vertonghen, who was unable to clear the ball on the goalline.

Costa has a habit of mugging defences, often in a semi-literal sense, but this was a controlled piece of leadership from the front. It always seemed likely Chelsea would need something like it. On a cold, still evening in west London there was a deep, murky roar for Costa’s name before kick off, although not before Stamford Bridge had spent 10 minutes being bathed in smoke, spotlights and carpet salesman convention-style inspirational music, just in case anyone in the ground hadn’t realised this was an appropriate moment to feel excitement.

The author: Michel THEYS

Michel Theys, a Belgian native, began his career as a civil servant, serving the public for several decades. After retirement, he shifted gears to follow his passion for journalism. With a background in public administration, Theys brought a unique perspective to his reporting. His insightful articles, covering a wide array of topics, swiftly gained recognition. Today, Michel Theys is a respected journalist known for his balanced and thoughtful reporting in the Belgian media landscape.

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