The reality was that they were as poor in the first half as we were at Newcastle. They started with Kamara and a returning Buendia in midfield. They were very narrow and played Malen on his own up top. Yet they had no midfield presence and we kept regaining possession. However, our care of the ball was sloppy, once again. Neto, constantly waving his arms for the ball, then either just recycling or sending in hopeless crosses. Garnacho the same. Guy cannot seem to beat a man and his crossing is so suspect. Neither good enough. So the ball constantly finds its way to a crowded edge of the box where Palmer and Fernandez were continually crowded out.
Badiashile wasn't actually too bad, but he always has an error in him. So with an inconsistent Badiashile, totally ineffective Fernandez, crowded out Palmer and two pony wingers it didn't really take a lot of adjusting by Emery.
Having then done this Emery had the added bonus of having a fking moron in the other dugout (not even in the other dugout actually cos of his own petulance and crap standards). Moron Maresca takes off a hard working Cucurella and weakens us further with Willo the Wisp Gusto. Takes off the only player capable of holding the ball up, Pedro and weakens us further with the little talent, big chip Delap, who gets booked in a minute and does bugger all for the rest of the game. Takes off a frustrating Garnacho and weakens us further with a hopelessly miles off Gittens, who shouldn't even be playing in the PL.
Put that all in the pot and leave to simmer for a further 20 minutes and voila! Enzo Fking Maresca.