Cheap shot for a stupid headline? You know me.
But having watched Mesut Ozil dismantle Everton – I wouldnâ€™t say single-handedly, but he was bloody good – it was a gentle reminder that heâ€™s a rare talent indeed.
I say gentle reminder, because from time to time I lose a bit of faith in him. I think itâ€™s fair and reasonable to say that – if the circumstances arenâ€™t right, if the opposition play differently, if his flowing highlighted locks waft in the wrong direction, then he doesnâ€™t always play like he did at Everton, and nor do those around him. I donâ€™t think I ruffle any feathers by pointing that out. Iâ€™m not doubting how many miles he runs or his professionalism.
But when he *does* play like that, â€˜ooofâ€™ is the only word I can currently come up with.
At which point my mind races off to the prospect of what a regular trident of Ozil, Alexis and Lacazette might be like, and how exciting it might be.
And then the wind of reality blows and my mind tacks to the prospect of it all breaking up as soon as Januaryâ€¦ but letâ€™s not go there.
Letâ€™s hope itâ€™s glorious while it lasts, eh? And that tomorrow the massed ranks of the Swansea defence donâ€™t dis-Everton Mesut Ozil. Because that was good, and Iâ€™m going tomorrow, and I want a bit more of that.
For more on this and other stuff, tune into to this week’s ArseAmerica podcast. It’s the end of an epoch – if six years can be considered an epoch – as you will find out if you listen through to the end.