Tuesday's training session was the best we'd had since I'd arrived at Crystal Palace. The pressing drills were sharp, the movement fluid, the communication constant.
Eze and Semenyo were fully integrated now, no longer outsiders but part of the team, their presence no longer a disruption but an enhancement. Eze, his confidence soaring after two assists and a solid performance against Charlton, was a joy to watch, his creativity and vision unlocking our attack in ways I hadn't seen before.
He and Connor were starting to develop a real understanding, a telepathic connection that was a nightmare for defenders. Connor would make a run, and Eze would find him with a perfectly weighted pass, his timing impeccable, his vision sublime.
After one particularly brilliant through ball that Connor finished with a clinical strike, Connor jogged back, gave Eze a fist bump, and said, "Keep doing that, and I might actually like you."
