So this is what it looks like, then? A Chelsea player with immense, generational talent for his country of origin, playing with the freedom provided by less-judgement, the emergence of long-vanished confidence and just general good vibes. Without the lights and blinding flashes of the Premier League cameras Christian Pulisic once again showed what he is, and what he's not.
For USA there is a true world star, someone capable of commandeering a country through a global tournament with the will of his nation behind him. In true Top Gun style - as there is little that encapsulates so much Americanism in 90 minutes - Pulisic is playing almost always with the red, white and blue flag sketch as part of his glowing bodily aura.
When he runs with the ball the comic book strip background takes over, Spider-Man Spider-Verse art appears before your eyes and Pulisic is playing in his own video game land. For Chelsea he is stuck, miserable and bogged down. He belongs in a different world.
