There's no shame in losing to Manchester City, at the Etihad, by two goals to nil and there's no shame in admitting our players are inferior to theirs.
And yet, losing to Manchester City, at the Etihad, by two goals to nil, with our inferior players, was shameful, because we had just two shots at goal, with none on target. Because we dominated possession and did nothing with it. Because we had a brilliant player like Dimitar Berbatov redundantly parading the pitch as though he didn't know what he was doing, as if he didn't know where he was. Or as if he didn't care.
But, still, this is more than Berbatov. Something at Fulham isn't right and it's too easy to blame singular beings; too simple to point the finger at Jol, or Berbatov, or Al Fayed and say, "you're doing this wrong." Form of this extreme is the culmination of many factors.
Jol's inept man-management skills probably don't help. Berbatov's incessant on-field moaning probably doesn't help (and yes, that continued today.) Al Fayed's reluctance to release finds probably doesn't help. And suddenly, there you are, six points clear of relegation in the year that being a Premier League team becomes so much more lucrative and important.
Now, Al Fayed could relieve Jol of his duties, bring someone else in and not give him money to spend, or Jol could drop Berbatov, and potentially cast our best player - by some distance - into the perimeters, or Al Fayed could release some money that isn't really there, given the new Riverside Stand. But we'd probably still lose 2-0 to Manchester City, at the Etihad, with our inferior squad, and be ashamed of it.
David Silva confirmed the state of affairs, here, opening the scoring as he did within two minutes. Edin Dzeko had a powerful drive saved by Mark Schwarzer, but his parry only found the Spaniard and he finished well.
Fulham did, to their credit, improve from this point forward, yet impotence would hold them back. Despite controlling possession, Man City again threatened with Dzeko heading directly at Schwarzer from a Gael Clichy cross.
Then, miraculously, Fulham created something. Damien Duff, playing wide on the right at the expense of an awful Ashkan Dejagah, crossed for Steve Sidwell, whose header clipped the post. Save the thought up, though, for that was as good as it got.
City came out in the second half with as much intent as the first - little. Though they were comfortable in the match, this was through no work of their own. Fulham were simply poor while City were, in truth, there for the taking. But the Whites aren't taking much right now, and the home side's second-gear approach reflected as much.
Kieran Richardson picked up a knock - concerning, given John Arne Riise's form - and was replaced by Matthew Briggs. That was Jol's first change, on 66 minutes, and it was forced. Clearly, something was needed well before then.
Silva then got his second, scooping the ball over the goalkeeper after some neat work from Tevez. It was a well-worked goal but no matter it's beauty, it was a mere formality.
Silva could have grabbed a hat trick but miscued while through on goal and Aguero could have easily added gloss to the scoreline in the dying moments, but he struck wide.
And so it finished, with barely an attack of note to mention for the Whites.
This game will go down as but a distant memory before long but, more worryingly, in its current state, so will Fulham.