Manchester City strolled to victory and remain top of the Premier League.
All of the damage was done in the first half here at Turf Moor as the visitors – thanks to strikes from Jesus and Sterling – make it nine Premier League wins in a row.
Manchester City wasn’t at their very best, but it was more than enough to see off a Burnley side who know that they’ll be more likely to pick up points elsewhere in the league.
Speaking of winning points elsewhere, next up for Burnley is a huge clash with Brighton who travels to Turf Moor on Saturday afternoon whilst Manchester City travel to Anfield to face Liverpool on Sunday evening.
The visiting team were using a different formation – a kind of 3-1-3-3 with the midfielder Rodri sitting in front of three defenders – but they did not lack for width.
Before three minutes had even been played, City served the ball left to Raheem Sterling and when he swept the ball inside to Bernardo Silva, the shot was well struck but straight at Nick Pope.
Burnley goalkeeper would have been wise to deflect the ball wide or over but instead palmed it straight on to the head of Gabriel Jesus. The Brazilian could not miss.
City usually wins when Jesus scores and that was a record that never looked in any doubt here. Burnley seemed to lack the ambition or stamina to discomfort the leaders.
It was true as though Dyche’s team were keeping themselves for more winnable matches further down the road. Maybe they were.
City eventually doubled their lead in the 34th minute and also it was all fairly rapidly and simple.
This time the threat came down the right and when Ilkay Gundogan crossed low across the six-yard box, Sterling was waiting to tap the ball in.
It was another goal that looked as though it may have been avoided by some more urgent defending.
Burnley had not managed a real shot and that was a sad thought. Four minutes later they at least put that statistic to bed, Vydra controlling a dropping ball nicely on his chest and thumping a volley over the bar.
It was the type of shot that would typically send cups of tea running behind the goal. Here, in the emptiness, the ball merely clattered into the upturned seats.
From that point on the game rather died. It had never exactly crackled with life anyway.