Amidst the desolation of title-race tattle, the decline of Emma Hayes’ poetic prowess, and the faint whiff of Kingsmeadow hot-dogs, sits a ludicrous Manchester City coronation as Chelsea tripped up for a fourth time. 

Wednesday evening’s frenetic 4-3 defeat saw Chelsea cower from Liverpool corners as they let slip their final opportunity for silverware, with Gemma Bonner’s brace shutting the door on a fifth successive WSL crown. 

Beyond mournfully rehearsing Christina Rossetti’s ‘Remember’, Hayes has little else left to do - her quadruple dream in tatters and the Chelsea shimmer faded. 

Aggie Beever-Jones is not much more than a footnote in the final chapter of Hayes’ glistening 12-year reign, yet the 20-year-old provides a steadiness within an imminent blue limbo. 

With the departure of club legends Ann Katrin Berger and Maren Mjelde, Chelsea are longing for someone to grip the reins and declare their authority as the upheaval begins and the Sonia Bompastor era emerges. 

It’s an issue felt in both senior teams. With Conor Gallagher pitched as a potential outgoing, a large banner adorned with ‘Chelsea since birth’ was paraded around Stamford Bridge on Thursday night’s victory against Tottenham, to try and convince the owners to hang on to anyone who supposedly bleeds pure blue. 

An academy product herself, Beever-Jones netted twice in Chelsea’s chaotic mid-week defeat moving her to nine goals in just 14 appearances this season, a sizeable tally after scoring in five straight games last November. 

The bleary-eyed blue stood loyally beside Hayes after the game, totally despondent, unable to reconcile the immediate loss of the match, the title, and her manager. 

Visibly gutted and echoing the tireless high standards Hayes sets, she simply said: “It wasn’t the Chelsea standard.”

The 5-1 win against the Reds in the home fixture saw the 20-year-old become the first female academy graduate to score at Stamford Bridge. Sliding towards the corner flag, celebrating with the same charm as boyhood blue Alfie Gilchrist three weeks ago for the men’s team, Beever-Jones waits, poised to become Chelsea’s new guiding light.  

The versatile forward again nodded home nine minutes in at Prenton Park, before popping up with ten minutes to play to rifle in her second and single-handedly look to claw the title back for her flagging teammates. 

Denied her first senior hat trick and a point for the Blues in the final minute courtesy to some Teagan Micah heroics, Beever-Jones has established herself as a front-footed striker with an undeniable grit and verve. 

Two loan spells at Bristol City and Everton have given the youngster time away from the mothership, a chance to hone her craft, a breath to calibrate her WSL bearings. 

With an ACL crisis disrupting Chelsea’s clinical frontline, the 20-year-old was forced to step up and attempt to fill a Sam Kerr sized void in her first full senior season at Chelsea.

"I feel like I’m at home here and not outside of my comfort zone. I’m being challenged every day, but in the right kind of way and not out of my depth.

"In this environment, we have so many amazing, talented players that I know it’s going to be tough, but being at Chelsea is the club I want to play for," she told Sky Sports.

Praise has been heaped on her as her impressive campaign has motored on, with Bristol boss Lauren Smith describing her former player as ‘a phenomenal talent.’

With the starlet named as Women’s Young Player of the Year at the London Football awards, Sarina Wiegman turned her head and named Beever-Jones on the Lioness bench for their February friendly against Austria. 

Fan histrionics may outlast Emma Hayes, bleeding into the beginning of the Bompastor premiership, yet in similar vein to some of her male counterparts, Beever-Jones looks set to continue to re-steer the flagging vessel with a confident nudge.

A maiden Lioness cap feels inevitable with the retirement of Rachel Daly opening up a spot in a competitive frontline. As ever, Beever-Jones will not be able to resist the challenge as she forces her name into the hat, refusing to be ignored for any longer.