Our new 4-2-3-1 formation was a solid, compact, defensive block, a red and blue wall that they could not penetrate. The two banks of four were a testament to the work we had done on the training pitch, the players shuffling across in perfect unison, closing down spaces, denying them any room to play.
Jake Morrison was a monster in midfield, a one-man wrecking crew who seemed to be everywhere at once, snapping into tackles, breaking up play, a relentless, disruptive force.
Alongside him, Eze was a revelation. He played with a maturity and a discipline that I had never seen from him before, dropping deep to help the defense, but always available for the out-ball, his quick feet and his incredible vision a constant threat.
