What makes “Dr. Ken” such a cringefest is the disconnect between Mr. Jeong’s florid persona — pitched at the edge of desperation — and everything else on screen, which stays within the boundaries of a network family series.

Six months old, a half-season project, they are already more watchable and more coherent than the second phase of the title-winning team of two years ago; but not at the level of the luminous, steamrollering Mourinho Mk1 team, a rare concurrence of prime-cut talent and a manager in the sweet spot of his own powers.

Country dances and forfeits shortened the rest of the day.

A gradual interabsorption of sex characteristics in temperament results, the female assuming those of the male, the male losing those which distinguish him sharply from the female.