First rule of Bakary Sako is: you do not doubt Bakary Sako.
The second rule of Bakary Sako is: you DO NOT doubt Bakary Sako.
Five goals, three assists and less than than a quarter of the season played, yet an utterly perplexing number still refuse to obey these simple guidelines.
You all have to admit it though: spectacularly good or eye-wateringly bad, Sako is the star of the show. The headline act. The man you came to see.
An hour of comedy yesterday, followed by a thrilling 30-minute conclusion made this most recent episode worthy of the ticket price alone.
In a game which saw him trip over his own laces, scuff a corner straight out of play and surrender possession more times than Sam Ricketts climbs shoulders, he was still quaffing the Man of the Match champers come 5 o’clock.
And that’s because the two telling contributions were his. A 50 yard gallop and inch perfect cross for Leigh Griffiths and an injury time missile that appropriately added his name to the credits.
I’ve said it before that moments are what make being a football fan worthwhile.
And it’s because of players like Sako who manufacture these moments that you remember what were otherwise drab and entirely forgettable fixtures.
Make no mistake about it, this was League One dross of the very highest order up until the opening goal.
The only thing that made it worth watching was wondering what our number 10 would do the next time he had the ball.
And whether it’s a sky high cross to nobody in particular or a wayward shot from the halfway line, I will always forgive him for trying.
Because if you don’t have players like him, what are you left with?
I’ll tell you: dull, predictable football. A goalkeeper and 10 robots all playing the percentages.
Thanks but no thanks.
I paid for a show.