To put what Espart is doing into perspective, get this: • He starts preseason in the pivot and looks absolutely sublime. A midfielder by trait, and it couldn’t have been more obvious. • Then the season starts. Balde’s situation gets messy, Cancelo arrives late in the window and isn’t sharp yet, and… Flick turns to Espart. Mind you, he’d effectively never played at LB before. Yet, you’d assume he’d spent years there as a seasoned pro. Objectively bonkers from day 1. • Now, for the icing on the cake: an away trip to PSG, an injury crisis at the back, and not a single available RB. Flick, naturally, turns to Espart again. His assignment? Just one of the best left wingers in the world. Arguably the best. Espart proceeds to boss him defensively, then pops up at the other end to score a sublime goal. Because apparently, shutting down his flank wasn’t enough. Are you still with me? Are we appreciating the absurdy of it all? Nineteen. In his debut season…