He was and is way north of Brett Angell, always the doom measure. But streets south of a young Graeme Sharp even when he was at his most clumsy gazelle stage and loads were having a pop.
I'd say the best comparison so far is the very first outings of Big Vic wearing his Adidas Clogs.
He doesn't hide, he's responsible enough to realise that he's the focal point and generally stays where he's meant to be (we won at Brentford when he started, too).
But he's beyond rusty and raw. Whether that's his permanent state I have no idea and I reckon no-one else really does at this stage.