There was something almost sullen about the look, the hands that had been gesturing in frustration with great regularity instead planted in his pockets. Luis Enrique mooched off the St James’ Park pitch, perhaps with the dubious distinction of being on the losing side for each of Newcastle’s greatest Champions League nights; a player for Barcelona in 1997, a manager for Paris Saint-Germain in 2023.
Arguably PSG have known worse. Ignominy has been a regular companion in a decade where humiliations have come all too frequently, when many of their European exits have been harrowing, when expensive ambition has never been realised. One group stage game, in a pool where they still occupy second place, could become a footnote. Autumn on Tyneside was painful but springtime in Paris tends to be worse, with PSG’s annual ejection from the knockout stages.
