It was ugly. Not in a brutal violent way, but in a way where words like passive, dull, bland or uneventful might portray.
It reminded how I imagine Italian catenaccio was throughout the sixties, except last night there were no liberos... and a lot less style. At least the Italians had style even when they were strangling the beautiful game to death.
Perhaps it’s the first match I’m glad I didn’t pay in to watch since Covid closed down the world. A positive of Covid? There! I found one.
One team incredibly well-organized defensively which achieved it’s perfect result, 1-0, against another devoid of creativity, guile or threat.