A goal created by a golden eagle, made of futuristic dreams from the future dreams factory in the future, in the corridors of the pantheon of universal aplombness, and delivered to football via the conduit of Anthony Martial leg and foot bit, is the only thing I remember from this game. That aside, pretty good.
Here’s 5 things we learned innit:
1) I learnt nothing.
2) I learnt less.
3) No. If anything I unlearned what I had learned.