I call out Otamendi because I am tired of seeing him facing our other defenders. He runs around like a Labrador that has found the feint scent of a woman on heat, sliding in 40 yards from goal, out on the left wing, out on the right, in fact everywhere but central defence. He is the Daniel Sturridge of defenders, plays for himself at the expense of the team. His style lends itself to looking excellent some games, winning tackles and sometimes dominant in the air but more often than not he is a primitive defender that costs us time and time again.