Call him Quique Sanches Florist because Watford are as easy to walk through as a bunch of flowers, Spurs lose away from home again, this time at the King Power, Phil Jones calls for Solskjaer to sacked and gets an Ed Woodward glower, Aubameyang saves Emery like the Prince saving Repunzal from the tower, and Liverpool beat Chelsea in second gear to the extent that they may not have even needed a post game shower.
It’s no surprise that the Canaries pressed high and you could see the fear in Otamendi’s eyes as Buendia slipped it to Pukki to steal the prize, similarly Sokratis was out of practise as Arsenal deflated like a torn water mattress…
A wave of the magic Wanda and Icardi arrives in Paris, so too does a misused goalkeeper by the name of Keylor Navas, Mkhitaryan flies to Rome and promptly gets stuck in traffic, and Alexis Sanchez to Inter is unlikely to leave many defences in a panic.
Davinson Sanchez did alright given what he was up against, but he is not remotely a right-back. Kyle Walker-Peters is injured, but even if he wasn’t, he’s barely played any Premier League football. Juan Foyth is injured, but even if he wasn’t, he’s not a right back. Eric Dier is injured, but even if he wasn’t, he’s got the turning circle of a woolly mammoth and is not a right back.
Nicolas Pepe is like watching through binoculars as an army slowly sails towards your port town, brandishing their weapons. They can’t hurt you right now, but in a few days you know that they are going to f*** you up.
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