Initially I thought we were being spoiled because in Pep we have the best footballing manager on the planet. Flair, style, entertainment - all essential ingredients to Pep's successful recipes.
But then after maybe 15 minutes last night I realised the futility of making comparisons between the two: one is a master chef and the other, if he made a slice of toast it would have bones in it.
What we saw last night was as inept a performance from professional footballers as we are every likely to witness. And it is going to get worse.
Hodgson had his favourites, and didn't we just know it? The man who once famously remarked: "If Wooney had a bwoken leg he'd still be the first name on the sheet." And now Southgate is carrying on this tradition of building teams around his favourite players.
To see Phil sitting there on the sub's bench while the consistently ineffective Henderson strolled about, waving his arms, shouting, and making sideways passes was enough to convince me that Southgate has some kind of vendetta against our man. What, and why, we'll probably never know: but nothing else explains the Waistcoat's apparent reluctance to put him on the pitch and let him do his thing.