The
Chelsea forward toiled again during their frustrating draw with
Manchester United and patience with him is wearing thin
Sometimes it is easy to forget that there is more to Timo Werner’s game than
comedy misses, doomed dribbles and an inability to stay onside. Labelling the forward a dud would be an exaggeration. Werner has his uses in certain scenarios and, for true devotees, there will always be that decoy run in Porto – the moment when Turbo Timo zipped from right to left, pulling Manchester City’s defence out of shape, and made the space for Mason Mount to send Kai Havertz through to score Chelsea’s winner in the
Champions League final.
You had to appreciate the unselfishness. On the one hand Werner had been at his most infuriating earlier in the evening, bungling a series of inviting opportunities to give Chelsea the lead. On the other, look at what he does without the ball. Look at the scurrying, the pressing, the boundless enthusiasm; only then will you develop a true appreciation of Werner’s value to Thomas Tuchel, who is yet to give up hope of making it work for his luckless £47.5m forward.