
Fernando Torres has the backing of his manager at Chelsea but still the goals are not coming. Can he restore past glories?
Fernando Torres looked embarrassed as he stood, smiling wanly, on the roof of a high-rise Kowloon carpark. Doing his bit to promote Chelsea’s Asian merchandising operation during the club’s pre-season tour, the £50m striker was modelling a personalised version of the club’s latest replica shirt design. The top in question had been emblazoned with the word “Triumph”. Writ large in Cantonese and English it was intended to capture the essence of Roman Abramovich’s ultimate trophy signing but instead it prompted barely concealed sniggers.
Standing alongside the Spaniard two months ago, Frank Lampard posed in a shirt adorned by “Happiness” and Petr Cech paraded the message “Champion”, but neither looked remotely as out of place as the man who has now scored only once in 23 games since swapping Liverpool for Chelsea last January.
Halted rudely in his tracks by, first, the frailties of his right knee and, later, a change of tactical and physical landscape, Torres is no longer the goalscoring juggernaut who once stalked the nightmares of Manchester United’s Nemanja Vidic. The overriding suspicion is that the past 18 months have been played out against a soundtrack dominated increasingly by initially alien, now horribly familiar, doubting voices inside the Spain striker’s head.
It would be no surprise were they to tell Torres that, in paying so much money for him last January, Chelsea were buying the old El Niño. Unfortunately the original forward who before a second, albeit ostensibly successful, meniscus repair in April 2010 simply could not stop scoring appears to have gone into


