Somewhere around the 70th minute, I took to Twitter to proclaim that Jordan Morris was having a “sneakily solid game” despite not really doing much in the form of creating scoring chances. My thinking was this: Morris was showing some serious skill as a pretty classic No. 9. He was deployed as a lone forward against a pair of physical centerbacks and holding his own.
It was a thankless job — chasing down balls over the top, holding it up long enough to let his midfielders join the attack, staying high up the pitch and generally making sure that Kendall Waston and David Edgar were busy — and truth be told, he was starting to look a bit tired.