It’s official.
Eden Hazard is the 2014/15 Premier League Player of the Season.
And if you’ve watched Chelsea this year — or, honestly, watched football at all — there was never going to be anyone else.
⚽ 38 Games. 14 Goals. 9 Assists. One Crown.
Forget just the numbers (though, yes — 14 goals and 9 assists ain’t nothing to blink at). This wasn’t about stats. This was about magic. Pure, silky, balance-defying, defender-humbling magic. Week in, week out, Eden Hazard made this league look like a playground and himself like the kid who never wanted recess to end.
You want to talk about moments?
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That shimmy past three men like they were cones?
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That no-look pass against United that broke the midfield?
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The penalty he tucked away, ice cold, to secure the title at the Bridge?
We watched a man in full flow. No fluff. No flash for flash’s sake. Just devastating elegance.
🏆 The Jewel in Mourinho’s Machine
This Chelsea team was built like a fortress — and Hazard was the stained-glass window right in the center.
While Matic was grinding, JT was commanding, and Costa was (gloriously) causing chaos, Hazard floated through it all like a different kind of weapon — one wrapped in finesse instead of fury.
Mourinho didn’t just rely on him — he entrusted him. Eden was the one player allowed to drift, create, dance. And God, did he dance.
💙 This Was His Year
He wasn’t just “good for Chelsea.”
He was the best in England.
Full stop.
Players respect him. Fans adore him. Defenders fear him. He doesn’t talk loud. He just plays loud — the kind of football that makes grown men sit up straighter, makes kids start dribbling tennis balls around lamp posts.
You don’t get many players like this. The ones who make everything look easy. The ones who smile while twisting full-backs into existential crises.
👑 What Comes Next?
Who knows? But this feels like the beginning of something iconic. Hazard didn’t just have a good season — he ascended. He became the guy. The one they’ll build around, talk about, write about. The one who could wear the armband one day — not because he shouts, but because everyone else listens when he moves.
And I’m just glad I was here to see it.
Here’s to the King of the Bridge.
The calm storm.
The blue blur.
The one who didn’t just win Player of the Season — he made it feel like it was written for him months ago.
Eden Hazard. 2014/15. Unforgettable.
— A Chelsea fan still trying to figure out how his legs do that thing
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