Apparently he was never anything more than an imposter going through one of the most extraordinary, sustained runs of good luck the world has ever seen. He had never played football, let alone scored a goal, ever before. Unless he can find another magic lamp to polish, he will have to go back to his previous career as the assistant harbourmaster for Dubrovnik.
The goals he scored in preseason were actually group hallucinations, and he had 44 gilt-edged chances carved out for him by our midfield against WBA, led by a virtuoso MOTM performance from Leon Osman. Sadly, because his luck has run out and he has no actual football ability, Jelavic inexplicably propelled ball after ball out of the stadium, whacking them with an old banjo he carries everywhere. If someone offers us sixty pence, we should gush with gratitude and then give them half back, because there's no way he's worth sixty pence in the current market.
FFS.