Every time he got the ball, it was like he was trying to write his own script. Didn't seem to play for the team at all.
If he had an easy pass on, he'd dummy it and delay it and the attack would lose most of/if not all of its momentum. When Mainoo came off last night he was put next to Rice and it was like Bambi on ice in there the way he crumbled under a bit of pressure whenever he got it. It's easy to say he works hard because he runs about a lot but in reality, he doesn't. He aimlessly chases down lost causes and dives on the floor 9 times out of 10 to try and block something he's nowhere near or cut out a pass he's yards away from.
When he actually gets the ball, there doesn't seem to be a genuine idea of what he's going to do with it. He dribbles into cul-de-sac areas then feints a cross, then feints another cross, then another etc etc. before giving it away. The amount of times he could've passed it (across the tournament, not just the final) to players in better positions and he didn't because he wanted to overdo everything like some Roy of the Rovers shite was unbelievable.
When he came to our place with Madrid, he was a petulant fuck then, constantly diving around trying to win free kicks and fouls all while not really adding much to the game. And that's all I see whenever I watch him.
He has a handy knack for knowing where the ball is going to bounce in the box and gets a few goals from midfield? Christ, a far cry from what the media will have you believe he is and what he was looking to be a few years ago. He looked like he'd be turning into a leader, pushing his team(s) on from midfield and making them play when in reality he seems like he's lost unless there's a loose pass or cross for him to get on the end of in the box.
Ballon d'Or? Don't make me laugh. Arrogant fucker who is at a club so suited to him and his footballing personality that it's a match made in heaven.
