What happens at half time? The players thrash around on the changing room floor gasping for oxygen, Ralph shouts werk against the ball, pressing ja! Automisms! Reddy, time for my back rub. The players trot out on to the pitch collectively muttering “how much longer do we have to put up with this loon”? Meanwhile, back at base Stuart Armstrong counts down the days Hogmanay and his January move to Leicester/ Villa / Spurs or the like.