Do you remember what it used to be like playing against Manchester City? A team that kept the ball like no other and schemed wave after wave of relentless attack, drew an arced perimeter around your box and sealed off every escape.
It was a horrible, strangling, suffocating task, like trying to change the bedsheets in a darkened greenhouse. Such was the numbing fatigue of not only playing, but even watching Pep Guardiola’s champion side, that once they scored the opening goal, you could just as well turn off the TV.
