What will be really getting to them, ultimately, is the PL now has more pull than even their very best football club.
The reason they all have to say something, have to justify something, is because the German man has a hideous and inexorable inferiority complex.
Sandwiched between the cool and clever Dutch, the confident, suave Italians, the artistic, romantic French and the resourceful, jocular Poles. What are they? Stilted, boring, predictable, safe Germans. Terrified of being shown up.
This is why they were so easy to coalesce into the best workforce in Europe. Why they rallied for a pint-sized genocidal tweaker. Why they refuse to have anything other than simple caveman food.
How do you like them äpfel?
*obviously I’m not talking about any Germans associated with NUFC. Or my many German friends. Or their strong, independent wives.