The movement is so slick that Erling Haaland seems almost automatic, a machine whirring to life. He does not need to pause or ponder. He always seems to know where the ball would come, how it would come, where he needs to run, how he should run, when he needs to run, and where he needs to shoot, as though everything is programmed, as though his coach Pep Guardiola needs to press the buttons of Playstation, hidden somewhere under his turtle neck tees. Haaland doesn’t waste, doesn’t fuss, and scores goals as if it were the simplest thing in the world, to such an extent that he is demystifying the often complex art of scoring a goal. The most frightening proposition for defenders this season is that he has never looked as emphatic as he did in the first three games, delivering a consummate exhibition of finishing and movement. The first year was about both the man and the club understanding each other and devising a path that enhances each other. Of Guardiola making City …