Eindhoven demolition at the Philips Stadion

If you were hoping for a competitive sporting contest in Eindhoven this Thursday, I sincerely hope you kept the receipt for your ticket. PSV, having already tucked the Eredivisie title safely under their pillow, decided to spend their evening treating PEC Zwolle like a particularly flimsy training cone.

For about four minutes in the second half, we actually had a game. Zico Buurmeester poked home an equalizer to cancel out Ricardo Pepi's early opener, briefly suggesting that the champions might be more interested in their post-match catering than the result. It was a lovely, fleeting moment of hope for Zwolle. It was also a catastrophic mistake.

Never poke a sleeping giant, especially one that has Esmir Bajraktarevic on the bench. Once the teenager entered the fray, the "contest" turned into a localized massacre. PSV didn't just win; they dismantled Zwolle's dignity with the cold efficiency of a Swedish furniture assembly line.

Bajraktarevic ended the night with two goals and three assists, which is the footballing equivalent of walking into a room and slapping everyone in it twice. By the time Couhaib Driouech and Pepi were done inflating their stats, the Zwolle defense looked less like a professional unit and more like a group of tourists lost in a car park.

The standings before the match told us this was 1st against 13th, but by the final whistle, the gap felt wide enough to fit most of the North Sea. PSV moved to 77 points, further cementing their status as the only team in this country currently playing the game on Professional difficulty while everyone else is stuck on Amateur.

For Zwolle, the 6-1 scoreline is a SENSATIONAL reminder that life in the bottom half of the table is mostly just suffering with better scenery. They remain 13th, drifting aimlessly toward the end of the season, likely praying that PSV finds a more challenging hobby for next year. Like chess. Or fire-breathing.

UNSTOPPABLE doesn’t quite cover what we saw in the final thirty minutes. It was a masterclass in how to turn a draw into a funeral in under half an hour. Champions? Naturally. Merciless? ABSOLUTELY.