Brighton have impressed in a goal-laden start to the season, in a league that remains a strong attraction.
The past 17 days up to and including Sunday’s cut-off gave us 30 Premier League games and 79 goals. Which, if you take Spurs out of it – and this is fair because Spurs are now post‑goal, an entertainment concept unrelated to goals or even football itself – is a lot.
Well get ready for cold turkey, for 19 blank days of shivers and shakes until the Premier League show resumes in October. Maybe it is time to buy one of those powders off the internet.
The international break will provide its own intrigue.
One of these is the state‑of‑the‑nation Premier League address, pegged out around questions such as “where are we?”, “what are we?”
Five rounds into the Premier League season this is much a cut-and-paste job. The big news: there is no big news. Roll back one year and this was the broad situation.
A powerful team with a bald, irascible manager had won all five games, but also looked defensively fragile. The team that would win the league was second.
The middle classes were the most interesting story, those functional, well-run teams beginning with B, an entity you might call Brightonmouth. Bruno Fernandes was generating hair‑tearing distress, like a young Elvis, but based more around shithousery and risky attacking passes.
Although frustratingly for Premier League content addicts, even this has been degraded by repetition.
Come back soon Premier League mega-product.