Sesko is thrown into the £1bn meat grinder with one simple message: just fix everything

As the final whistle was blown at Craven Cottage, Benjamin Sesko wiped his nose on his shirt and then just stood staring down at the turf in the centre circle, while around him the players of Fulham and Manchester United shook hands, embraced, or fell to their knees to praise the almighty deity, according to preference.

- Barney Ronay

Sesko just carried on staring, then carried on for a bit more, seeming not so much disappointed with this energetically vague 1-1 draw, as consumed by something more basic. How strange to be Sesko right now, aged 22 and a few months, a £73m footballer, thrown into the meat grinder and asked not just to play and score goals for Manchester United, but to fix them too, to work out exactly how this £1bn cut-and-shut job of a team, hurled into a non-negotiable shape by a supremely confident man in white trainers, are actually going to do this.

Score goals. But also invent an attacking rhythm, link the parts, discover how we're meant to play. Because, frankly, no one else around here seems to have much of a clue.

Craven Cottage had been clammy with late summer heat before kick-off, looking as ever like the kind of place American movies imagine all English football is played, quaint west London terrace houses, chintzy wooden seats, Hugh Grant in a pink shirt. Not to mention a mind-numbingly high-pitched pre-match public address system, the kind of thing the CIA might have used to smoke out a 1980s central American dictator from his mansion.