Could Thomas Tuchel be the one?

You would have to be living a very sheltered life not to have noticed that the Premier League this season is one of the best and the brightest for years. Mainly because it is not permanently dominated by the Big Six – though admittedly one of Liverpool, Arsenal or Chelsea is almost certain to win the title. But exciting, unpredictable, well-managed sides like Nottingham Forest, Bournemouth, Fulham and Brighton mean that more or less any side can beat any other.

Sam Konstas is pencil thin and doesn’t look old enough to get served in the Bush and Tucker tavern in his native Sydney

Though bafflingly Manchester City can hardly be relied on to beat anyone right now. They’ve had their problems, not least with poor Kyle Walker, who has used his speed to father a large number of children with different women. His mistress, with whom he had a couple of kids (not to be confused with the four he had with his wife), is called Lauryn Goodman and she hasn’t taken kindly to failing to clean Walker out of all his money. ‘He will be an overweight bald nobody soon,’ she said pleasantly of the City defender, though some would argue that the champions’ present problems can be attributed to the fact that Walker is heading that way pretty sharpish.

Even Chelsea, a side that often Chelsea fans find it hard to like, have been playing some fabulous, vivid football. I especially like their three youthful frontline players – Noni Madueke, Cole Palmer and Nicolas Jackson – who make the game seem as enjoyable to play as it should be to watch. Madueke is of Nigerian descent, though he was born in Barnet, and you can’t get more English than that. He has recently fallen foul of Chelsea’s transformative manager, Enzo Maresca, for not working hard enough in training and you can’t get more English than that either.