38 min: Ah, there's Neymar, mouth agape after bumping into Big Ole Gerard Pique. It's a foul but, predictably, Santos are soon back in their own half, trying to piece together their dignity.
Peep! Peep! That's half-time. Which is what Santos are being paid, after a first period in which Barcelona demonstrated for the umpteenth time that they're playing a different game to everyone else.
"Football will be complete the day someone devises a tactic that lets 11 Xavi's play together."
50 min: Barcelona are knocking it about. Unless I expressly say otherwise, you can consider that to be the case ad infinitum.
51 min: They haven't induced mass panic in the Santos backline in at least five minutes, though. So, they're not quite perfect.
52 min: Hang on, I spoke too soon. Messi went skeddadling through the middle, evading tackles, wrecking balls, a buzzsaw, etc, before slipping a ball out to the left for Thiago, whose cross to the back post is headed comically off target by Dani Alves. Barça do win a corner, with the ball pinging off an unwitting defender - but that really should have been four.
62 min: "French TV reporting 75% possession for Barca in the first half, is that right?," wonders Philippa Booth. I believe it is - at least that's what the ESPN bods were saying. "At a certain point, watching them makes you a bit uneasy, like you're complicit in bullying or something. Like watching the big kid nick the little kid's mittens. Beautiful play, though."
GOAL! WOULD YOU BELIEVE IT?! Santos 0-4 Barcelona (Messi 82)There have been more gaps in the Santos defence than in OJ Simpson's today, and Alves, sprinting into another one, has little to do to release Messi through on goal once again. There's still a touch of magic to the finish, though, as the Flea delicately flicks the balls past Rafael Cabral's lunge with the outside of his boot before popping it into an unguarded net.
85 min: This has been quite an evisceration, you'll not be at all surprised to hear, and Barcelona could comfortably have scored eight. Not that anyone was expecting otherwise, I suppose. Santos seem to have come armed with little more than hope and a callow talisman up front – 10th in the Brazilian league has looked a million miles from Club World Cup material here.