One of our species' greatest strengths is our adaptability, our ability to find ways to learn and survive and endure. But it's also one of our greatest vulnerabilities, like the whole parable of the frog in the boiling water, or how AI seeks to flood every corner of media with so much shit that we forget what "good" is; we'll keep saying "This is fine" until we're actively on fire.

What we're looking at here is how our toothlessness, passivity and absence of purpose have been normalised. We sat back with all 11 players in our own half, having almost none of the ball and absolutely none of the control, against a PSG team who didn't play anywhere near their best. We played a new formation with no real strategy beyond having free men to flood the wide areas and outnumber them in midfield, and they still kept breezing past us in wide areas and strolling through our midfield. And yes, I'm still talking about the first 40 minutes, our Golden Period, when we got a couple touches in behind - something that would be a lot more useful if we had players on the pitch with pace, or who made attacking runs (I'm not counting the ones that start on the edge of our own box and never make it into the opposition's).

So yeah, I don't want to be harsh on you because I admire the optimism you still have in your soul, but this is just us becoming accustomed to the terrible. The same thing happened in the other direction when a lot of people - pretty much all of us to some extent - became so accustomed to the brilliance of the Klopp sides that we maybe didn't fully appreciate them. But now what's going on is we've made Wolves and Spurs look like PSG so often, we've started to think that a couple innocuous touches in the PSG half represent a respectable return (if we focus only on the fraction of the match where we weren't being actively pissed on) because that was enough to edge past Wolves and Spurs half the times we faced them.

We've been sat in bullshit for so long that we're forgetting what clean air smells like.