Ruud Gullit has enjoyed a King’s Road honeymoon since he arrived last season-a deus ex machina-at Chelsea football club, to play, and subsequently to manage. With his famous dreadlocks, his sporting talents, his polyglot charm, Gullit has enraptured London. Last month he acted with typical poise and dignity during the public mourning for Matthew Harding, the Chelsea director; so many other football stars would have been at best trite, at worst an embarrassment.
Of his prowess as a player, there has never been any doubt; he is one of the great footballers of his age, a glorious amalgam of technique…
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