Their two goals – Sergio Reguilon slicing a volley into his own net from ten yards and then failing twice to kick a ball past Bertrand Traore to let Ollie Watkins in – should really have been supplemented. A penalty was inexplicably not given when Hugo Lloris clipped Watkins in the area. Jack Grealish came close. Villa were so comfortable that they introduced Football Manager regens Carney Chukwuemeka and Jaden Philogene-Bidace, the former hitting the crossbar in stoppage time.

It does feel a little like blaming the work-experience kid for Amazon being an absolute mess of a company that is successful in spite of itself, but Mason is as far out of his depth as a 29-year-old with scant prior coaching experience at any level ought to be. A midfield of Pierre-Emile Hojbjerg and Harry Winks was painfully exposed, particularly when the former was tasked with playing an entire half on a booking. Eric Dier is often a shambles. Dele Alli was poor. Heung-min Son was utterly anonymous. Gareth Bale was not fit enough to start but there is no such excuse when it comes to Tanguy Ndombele, given a quarter of an hour to clear the toxic atmosphere.

Kane did not do much of anything but the mental and physical strain of carrying the club single-handedly was bound to tell eventually. It remains to be seen how far Levy digs his heels in there but a more pertinent and equally uncertain question to answer is the identity of the manager.

They really are in a bit of a state from top to bottom, boardroom to bootroom to bench. At least the supporters weren’t charged a league-leading £60 for the pleasure and placed in upper-tier seats so as to ensure the club’s sponsors received exposure at a stadium to which the naming rights have still not been sold.

Then you remember that Arsenal are still within a point of finishing above them heading into the final weekend and you realise that nature is healing. Spurs, on the other hand, are rotting.