1) The Premier League can deal with Peter Crouch

Crouch had a peculiar game against Everton on Saturday. Aggressively double marked at set pieces, with one defender in front and one behind, he was repeatedly buffeted to the ground as the ball was delivered, losing out not by foul play but by his own inability to compete at the jostling and ground-standing aspects of what is still a contact sport. By the end Crouch appeared to have spent most of the game either flat on his back or appealing to the referee for a (non-existent) foul. He did set up Rafael van der Vaart's tap-in with a deflection off his thigh. He also never stopped trying. But the increasing impression is that Crouch may be a busted flush at this level.

Here are the headline stats: in the past three seasons Crouch has scored 19 goals in 84 Premier League matches. In other competitions, against teams less familiar with his strength and weaknesses, he has scored 22 goals in 37 games. This is an astonishing disparity in strike rates, particularly given that most "other" games are either internationals or European matches. It suggests that Premier League teams know how to cope with Crouch; that as a player he has failed to develop new strings and tricks; and that perhaps he is now finding it difficult physically. We don't have much insight into the effects of age on the Crouch-style physique, mainly because the Crouch-style physique is pretty much confined to one man: Crouch. But at 29 the lack of pace looks to be becoming chronic. He seems less flexible too. Perhaps we should simply be praising Crouch's ability to extract a fine career against the odds. But the facts are plain: over the past three years Crouch has been the scourge of strangers while among friends he fails to make a mark.

2) Manchester City have pluck

City were hard done by yesterday, a 3-0 defeat by Arsenal not really a fair reflection of the game. What is undoubted however, is that while City may be a "project", an ersatz construction of scattergun expenditure, they do have a great team spirit and commitment to the cause. It is part of the beauty of football, its capacity to retain something honest and indivisible even in the most corporate climate, that teams hurled together along the billionaire's-plaything template often do have this spirit. Expensive players are expensive players for a reason, and the best will bring with them qualities beyond the ability to juggle a ball.

At Blackburn the Premier League-winning team that Jack Walker bought was notable for its spirit above all. Similarly Chelsea's success of the early Roman Abramovich years was notable for the closeness within the camp. It seems new-build teams such as these need a rallying point player, a leader who sets the tone. Blackburn had Colin Hendry, Chelsea have John Terry. For City this player seems to be Carlos Tevez, a leader from the front. City will be encouraged by their performance with 10 men. We know they have fine players. But this is also a team with pluck and one that looks well-suited to lasting the course.

3) A post-Lampard Chelsea may be closer than we think

Chelsea are a wonderfully potent force at Stamford Bridge: after the 2-0 defeat of Wolves, the past 38 Premier League goals there have all been scored by the home team (John Carew, back in March, if you're asking). On Saturday the most interesting goal was the second one scored by Salomon Kalou, a beautifully worked move through midfield involving Mikel John Obi and Michael Essien. It was the kind of goal in previous seasons you might have expected Frank Lampard to be involved in, but Chelsea seem to be learning to play without their leading midfielder of the past six years.

Of 16 home league goals this season, Lampard has scored one. Since his injury in August Chelsea have lost to Manchester City and drawn with Aston Villa, but they have looked strong in central areas where Essien has been able to express his wonderfully muscular talents further forward. And maybe it is time to contemplate the idea of a post-Lampard Chelsea. In a newspaper interview recently he spoke openly about the sacrifices he has made since childhood to overcome an innate lack of athleticism, speed and even – surprisingly – stamina. Lampard has trained with zeal and given everything in (get this) 680 career first-team matches. He is also 32 years old. The Chelsea team place great emphasis on attacking down the flanks and the interplay of the front three. Lampard will no doubt slot straight back in, but they no longer rely on him quite so much.

4) Joey Barton might be the new Jimmy Bullard

The most notable aspect of Newcastle's victory at Upton Park appeared to be the limpness of the home team in the second half. But credit should be given to the victors who pressed high up the pitch and unnerved West Ham with their organisation. Plus, they had Joey Barton, who ran the game in the second half, bantered confidently with the crowd, set up the winning goal, and looked at times oddly reminiscent of the Jimmy Bullard of a few seasons ago, a player capable of leading his team to safety though a combination of ability and infectious bravado. Bullard, of course, has great charm, a quality Barton has never quite seemed to master. He has behaved terribly in the past. But there is something commendable in his refusal to fade away and his performance at Upton Park will be a significant personal high water mark. An unlikely cult of popularity – the Bullard-style shampoo adverts – might take a little longer. But football is a strange game and there was something oddly captivating about his presence on Saturday.

5) Liverpool: the bald facts

Roy Hodgson has seen the future: and the future is bald. This is surely the baldest Liverpool team in living memory. A bald spine runs through it, from Pepe Reina, through Paul Konchesky, Raul Meireles, and the career-bald tyro Jonjo Shelvey. Against Blackburn there was something compelling about all this baldness, the furious waves of bald counterattack, the joyously bald post-goal pile-ons. Liverpool teams seem more susceptible than most to the idea of a folically defined sense of era. The great teams of the late 1970s and early 1980s seemed to express their air of pan-European glamour through the preening modernism of the bubble perm. The foppishness of aspects of the Roy Evans era came out in their tendency towards the floppy-on-top public school 'do. This is a time of rebuilding, hard work and retrenchment. Somehow the baldness of the current squad seems oddly fitting, indicating an absence of frippery and a sleeves-rolled-up readiness that was there against Blackburn. Hodgson will be encouraged. Not just by the score, but also by the bald refusal to buckle in chasing a winner.