HOW Manchester City’s Rodrigo Hernandez Cascante is perceived beyond the Etihad can loosely be compared to an undervalued housewife/husband.
When the Spanish fulcrum is doing Rodri things, he is admired for sure, but let’s face it, what he’s really doing is chores. A five yard square pass is the washing up. Dispossessing a player on the cusp of countering is the vacuuming.
It is telling that when another team’s midfield anchor has a blinder the younger element of that team’s fanbase are straight on social media claiming that player is Rodri’s superior.
But let’s say that one day the housewife/husband has had their fill of being taken for granted. They put down the duster mid-clean. They don’t make the kids’ lunches for school.
Instead, they up and temporarily leave, out into the world to get some much-needed me-time.
How quickly does that house begin to fall apart? How quickly before panic sets in, as tasks are hastily delegated but to little avail as the kids head to school in questionably whiffy shirts and someone is screaming blue murder from the bathroom because there is no toilet roll.
Since making his Premier League debut in 2019, City have lost five of the 15 games in which Rodri has been absent. That’s the same number of games lost from his last 67 appearances in blue.
The 27-year-old may primarily do rudimentary things, but he does them better than anyone else in world football. And within the convoluted, intricate, trophy-winning creation, conceived from Pep Guardiola’s genius, he is its everything.



