Brighton whittling away the seconds by the corner flag is among modern football’s rarer sights. But then again slender victories, achieved via the helping head of an opponent, are hardly “on brand” for Roberto De Zerbi. Courtesy of Andrew Omobamidele’s first-half own goal, though, such a win is precisely what Brighton achieved. Ugly? Perhaps a tad. Necessary? Wholly.
Since the locals last trudged up from Falmer station, Brighton’s hopes of something tangible and shiny for their daring, trendy football have been dashed. Trips to both Molineux and Rome have been bitter disappointment.