It is fair to say Phil Foden is one of the many names on the 30-strong Ballon d’Or long list who have no chance of winning this year’s gong.
But give him time.
Ok, this was not Anfield, where he delivered a masterclass of a different variety for Manchester City last Sunday.
In fact, this was as far from Anfield as you can possibly get but even against opposition for whom the word ‘limited’ was invented, there was no mistaking Foden’s class.
Unlike against Liverpool, where he operated on the left flank and made James Milner feel double his 35 years of age, Foden patrolled a more central area.
Against massed defensive ranks, Gareth Southgate wanted that spark of creativity at the hub of his team, wanted a player who could see around corners, wanted a player who could get where gas cannot.
And even amongst the serious array of talent at Southgate’s disposal, Foden is, by some distance, the outstanding candidate for all those jobs.
He could get behind wallpaper.
Foden is such a precocious talent, he can pretty much play anywhere ahead of the defensive line.
We saw him wide in that Merseyside classic and we saw him finish in that match with the sort of aplomb that has convinced Pep Guardiola that he can also be used as a number nine, false or otherwise.
He has played wide right and in an advanced central role. He can be used to directly attack opponents, to take them on, one on one.
In short, he has remarkable array of attacking midfield skills and that is why Guardiola generally loves to have him firmly on the front foot,
But with the opponents this slow and cumbersome, Southgate had the perfect opportunity to give him that licence to roll and forage around deep midfield, collecting possession and dictating play.
Foden loved it - and why wouldn’t he?
From the moment he first emerged on the grown-up scene, it could not have looked less of an effort for Foden to have the ball at his feet. Talk about a natural-born player.
One of the more telling signs of a great player is the ability to have total control, at speed, without looking down.
Ball on a string to your boot, eyes looking up and around. (Before the injuries struck, Jack Wilshere had it.)
In this exhibition match, Foden provided countless examples of that quality, and is also fast becoming a master of the no-look pass.
Again, there has to be the Andorra caveat.
It remains a noble concept giving nations such as Andorra - population one man, one woman and a mountain dog - the chance to rub shoulders with the glitterati of the game.
And it is always a welcome boost to the local football coffers to have the sort of team and fanbase that England brings to town.
But as Andorra never had a puncher’s chance of causing any sort of upset, it becomes difficult to regard it as a truly worthwhile exercise.
However - and it is a big, enjoyable 'however' - it is always worthwhile watching Foden.
Worthwhile watching him glide effortlessly past an opponent, as he did several times in the Estadi Nacional.
Worthwhile watching him collect the ball, kill it with total control and open up his body to go forward all in the same movement, as he did several times in the Estadi Nacional.
Worthwhile watching him ping the crispest of passes, either in the air or along the deck, as he did several times in the Estadi Nacional - not least to help set up Ben Chilwell’s opener and directly set up England’s second for Bukayo Saka.
In short, 21-year-old Foden ran the show.
And while running the show against Andorra is not going to win you a Ballon d’Or, give him time … because, make no mistake, Phil Foden is a truly golden talent.
