Bentancur is the spawn of Aphrodite. The protege of Apollo, pulling the strings of midfield with ease.
Dancing as he passes the ball with precision, slight drops of the shoulder and flicks of his feet misleading mystified onlookers. His opposition falling to the ground as he prances, a simple kick resulting in a magnificent pass.
He is not Rabiot, no. Quite the opposite. He is a fanatic of progression, licking his lips tastefully as he sees the opportunity to make a forward pass, to break the defense, to assist the brilliant attackers ahead of him.
All of this with a serene calmness. He is unfazed by the chaos that surrounds him on the pitch. For he listens to the calls of Athena, becoming her lieutenant as he marshals the eager soldiers entering the fray.
Once misused and abused by the geriatric Allegrisaurus, he escaped the clutches of that morose fiend and has blossomed into his new life in North London.
While he misses the sweet presence of his companion and world class talent Oliver Skipp, he has taken to his partnership with Sergeant Hojbjerg quite nicely and the two will continue to lead Tottenham Hotspur to everlasting glory.