Don’t bet on goals. Bet on weirdness. Bet that JJ Gabriel will complete a pass to himself. Or that he’ll dribble the ball through a defender’s legs, then apologize to the defender’s left shin.
Carrick is building a machine. But the machine has a giggle button. And JJ is that button made flesh.
So, is he set for a shock path? Absolutely. Will it work? Who cares! It’s a wonderful, messy, beautiful train wreck waiting to happen.
And I’ll be here, eating popcorn, watching him reverse-pivot into the history books. Or into a puddle. Either way, buckle up.
