2018 FA Cup Final - Manchester United 0-1 Chelsea

Manchester United 0-1 Chelsea (Hazard 22 pen)

 

United slipped meekly to defeat in the Cup Final, going out while barely landing a punch on an unspectacular Chelsea team on a spirit-sapping day at Wembley. It was grim, and a bit boring. So much attacking talent, so little threat and bite. A frustrating season ending in a quite fitting way. Too slow, too scared, and second best. Shit.

What’s there to say when we lose like that? It wasn’t a 4-0 romp, we had been defeated only by a penalty from Eden Hazard, and the possession and shots statistics were in our favour. But don’t let the numbers fool you into thinking United were at all impressive out there. It was robotic, stunted, and downright dull. They looked out of ideas too early and energetic too late, a sad end to the season given the optimism with which it had begun. 

United were the favourites going into the last domestic fixture of the season, having finished 3 places above Chelsea in the table. I was very nervous at the start, but then I always am in occasions such as these. Post-Ferugson, it’s no longer a given that United will always be making finals and consistently playing at Wembley, so there is no way I’m turning my nose up at any cup, especially when we’re in the final. Having been at Wembley myself last month to see us dispatch an in-form Spurs, I was quietly confident we could do the same to Chelsea.

The good news for United was that Martial and Lukaku hadn’t been ruled out as had been feared, and were available. The bad news was that neither started – although Martial probably would not have anyway, even if he was 100% fit. Fellaini missed out as well. It was a blow for United to be missing their main goalscorer, as much for his hold up play and bullying of centre-halves as anything else. With Chelsea, a physical game was expected, so to line up instead with Rashford was a bit of weakness.

Not that I thought so before kick-off. While Lukaku starting on the bench was not perfect, I was excited to see young Rash run at Chelsea’s backline. I remembered how he had led the line brilliantly against Chelsea in our 2-0 home win in April 2017, springing Conte’s offside trap regularly. On paper, a front three of Jesse Lingard, Rashford and Alexis Sanchez looked dynamic, pacey and fluid. So apart from Lukaku it was the same team that beat Spurs in the semi – which meant Eric Bailly, who most think is our best defender, was left on the bench. Smalling and Jones had credit in the bank, sure, but the treatment of Bailly by Mourinho in recent weeks has been utterly baffling.

Chelsea went defensive, going with only two forward thinking players really, with Fabregas used mainly to retain possession. Bakayoko has been one of the worst signings across Europe for the 17/18 season, but Antonio Conte placed faith in the Frenchman to make sure his team didn’t get outnumbered In the middle of the park, resisting the temptation to pick Pedro or Willian. Having scored in the semi over Southampton, January purchase Olivier Giroud was preferred over record signing Alvaro Morata.

Chelsea started the better, with Hazard finding space on the left flank on the counter after United had given the ball away carelessly, and shooting at goal with his left foot after running at Jones. De Gea made a smart stop, and United cleared, but that was pretty much that for the opening exchanges. It was a typical final start to be honest, with both sides wanting to ease themselves into the game, and very little in the way of shots on goal. The cagey start didn’t stop both sides gifting the other possession constantly with sloppy errant passes. For the Cup final, it was a game desperately low on quality. It needed a goal really.

It soon got one. Chelsea won the ball back in their half and Fabregas had time to set Hazard away with a long pass; his first touch was exemplary and suddenly Phil Jones was on the back foot. The England world cup defender just about kept pace with Hazard but was unable to get goalside, and decided to go for a last-ditch tackle. I couldn’t really blame him, but the execution was clumsy and it was penalty and a yellow card. From the spot there’s few who are calmer than Hazard and the Belgian duly rolled the ball into the net, sending De Gea the other way.

United initially reacted like I’d want. Herrera pushed up from his ersatz right-back position (to nullify Hazard, and make it easier for him to be man-marked, which had already proven flawed when Chelsea’s star man moved to the right to create the goal) and United created a chance for Pogba from 25 yards, who shot wide. It was the first effort from United to test Chelsea’s defence and keeper.

 


There was very little width for United. Chelsea were extraordinarily compact

Why were United so lacking in attacking vigour? Well, for starters Rashford was having a stinker. The ball was bouncing off him, he was picking the wrong passes, and he was getting outmuscled. Worst of all he wasn’t making the runs in behind that could’ve been so dangerous; instead he came deep, or ran the channels. This often led to the absurd situation where United had the ball in a crossing position but the only man in the box was Sanchez, a man never likely to win a battle in the air with 3 centre-backs. That’s if we had anyone in the box at all, sometimes they had no one to mark and United were simply trying pot-shots from long range.

It didn’t help that Lingard was having a poor start as well, as he wasn’t either wide or forward enough to impact the game like he should. With Sanchez drifting infield as well, width was like gold dust for United. Ashley Young was enterprising enough, happy to take defenders on, but is always hamstrung by his general lack of quality – a problem for Chelsea also, regarding Victor Moses. We were ponderous, too, recycling the ball 30 yards from goal, always taking too many touches, waiting for someone to try a mazy run or an ambitious through ball which seldom happened.

The first half ended just as United’s best moment had come, as someone did indeed perform a mazy run. Pogba motored with the ball through the centre and played a one-two with Sanchez before laying it off to Rashford, who only contrived to scuff his attempted shot straight at a Chelsea defender.

At half-time the overriding feeling was that this was an awful match. There had only been two real chances – the penalty, and the other aforementioned Hazard shot. As good as the Belgian and Fabregas had been, it wasn’t enough to escape the reality that it was an utterly dreadful game, the opposite of what you would want in the showpiece of English football. It had also gone against the theme of recent Cup finals, which have generally been entertaining; look no further than United’s incident-packed triumph over Crystal Palace in 2016 for proof.

Mourinho had obviously got into them at half-time as United started the second half with great intensity, determined to get back on terms. From minute 45-65, United had a great spell, pinning Chelsea back and looking like they were going to score eventually. Of course, Chelsea could afford to sit deep having gone in front so early, and it suited the personnel they had out there. Their attacks in the second half were exclusively counters, with long passes looking for the incisive movement of Hazard.

Valencia, who had been unbelievably ineffective in the first half despite having heaps of the ball, finally made a forward run inside Marcos Alonso picked out by Herrera, also making his first risky pass. We were in behind, but instead of Valencia going for goal or picking out Sanchez he pulled it back straight to Fabregas. Stupid prick. Sanchez instantly won it back with a tigerish sliding tackle and the ball broke for Rashford 20 yards out, who forced a save from Courtois with his powerful but a bit too central strike. The crowd were up for it now and Kante and Rudiger both made vital interceptions just as United were breaking through.

United won a lot of set-pieces in this period, with Chelsea under pressure and looking to break the rhythm of United with fouls. Unfortunately most of them were taken by Rashford, who booted it straight at the first man most of the time. It was mind-numbing to see him on those duties when he was having such a poor day at sending them in, not even considering that as a forward over 6 feet, you would probably want him in the box anyway. Mind you, he did pull out one top delivery from the right when his free-kick was converted by Sanchez on the follow up, although he was offside. Still, United were pushing, with Young starting to play very high up the pitch. Matic had a 30 yarder parried by the rock-solid Courtois.

But United gradually fizzled out, the zip fading from our passing, the lack of pace in our play telling. It was the Blues that had the next big chance with Kante skipping through the tackles to set up Alonso who was denied by De Gea, before Moses hit the ball at Young’s arm in the area. Really, it was too close for the ref to give another penalty.

Out of nowhere came an opportunity for Rashford after a training ground move, with Pogba finding Lingard in his favourite pocket. He let the ball run before slipping in his best mate one-on-one. It was by no means the easiest of chances with a massive keeper coming out and Rashford having to stretch a bit, but it had to go in. Lukaku, I suspect, would’ve found the net with it. Instead, Courtois saved and Mourinho responded by hooking Rashford and Lingard. Taking off Jesse was a tad puzzling in my opinion, just as the number 14 was getting into the game.

So Lukaku and Martial (left out of the French World Cup squad in midweek, prompting more rumours of his exit) were on. I was screaming for Mata as well for Herrera, who seemed to not be aware we were losing, given the fact he wasn’t moving forward with the ball and was still playing the safest passes he could. There are times when Herrera just isn’t needed and today was one of them. His main job was to stop Hazard, who had put us behind - although the Spaniard couldn’t be blamed for the goal which wasn’t in his area. But then, what was he on for now? If Mata had been given more time, he could’ve found a key pass to unlock the door. Instead Herrera finished the game, one of his least memorable in a red shirt. He wasn’t being helped by his captain Valencia though, who was constantly turning back into midfield when he had the chance to get to the by-line.

By now Conte had instructed his team to give up on attacking, and you couldn’t blame them. The only threat was Phil Jones getting injured after a robust challenge by Giroud required him to put on a head bandage, the only thing the dreamy Frenchman did all game. It was all United, but it was all in front of the defence. We weren’t isolating their players or giving them different things to think about. We became increasingly route one, but Cahill and Rudiger were having a comfortable time of it.

The biggest chance fell to Paul Pogba, who screwed a free header wide from a Martial corner. That was the moment really, the only time the Chelsea team switched off. The £89m man had the freedom of Wembley, he had to do better, to at least get it on target. Alas, it wasn’t to be. Chelsea controlled the last 10 minutes, wasting time expertly with their subs taking decades to complete. Martial after a decent run had a little opening, but he found row J. Late sub Mata, of all people, conceded two corners in the dying minutes as the Chelsea supporters loudly cheered every single throw in and corner won, delighting in their players forcing United back, further and further away from a goal that would take it to extra time.



Chelsea celebrate with the famous old trophy

 

The whistle went and Conte was jubilant. For all that this season has been a failure for the Blues (not enough has been said about the reigning champions spending north of £200m,  finishing 5^th and 23 points worse than last season) their manager deserved this moment I think, given the turmoil he’s been faced with off the field. It was his first domestic cup as a manager. Even at their worst, Chelsea seem to be able to churn out trophies, exemplified by Cahill lifting the cup after a difficult season for him personally. Although United in mitigation could say De Gea had nothing to do, Chelsea could respond by saying they never really looked in trouble.

Like it or not, it’s likely if Fellaini had been available for the last 20 minutes we could’ve nicked an equaliser. Chelsea were very comfortable in the air against United, as a half-fit Lukaku couldn’t impose himself as usual against their big defenders. If the big man had been there, Chelsea would’ve been forced to mark him, perhaps even assigning two on him, in turn creating space for others. In the 93^rd minute Matic tamely headed over; if that had been Fellaini it could’ve been different. Though the very idea that United missed Fellaini out there suggests how shocking they were.

While Valencia is hardly the biggest problem at United, in football today the full-backs are so important, and indeed no one got the ball more for United in threatening positions than him and Young. I really don’t want to watch a lot more of him receiving the ball, doing that little leg shuffle, then passing backwards. The captain for the day was really pathetic, seemingly unable to dribble anymore, offering nothing. Young was giving it his all, offering his teammates an option, but as I’ve already said, he just isn’t that good, willing but unable to change the game.

Sanchez has played 18 times for United since he arrived, and has scored a grand total of 3 goals, one of which was a penalty rebound. It is not reactionary to say he has been downright crap for us given his handsome wages. The man has an awesome record at Wembley – I saw it for myself in the semi-final, when he was excellent – but he did fuck all in the final, like in a lot of games he has played so far for us. Spurs and City away apart, he has not been the player we all expected him to be, or saw at Arsenal. In the summer, he will have his first extended break from football since 2013. Let’s hope he comes back refreshed, because more of this will be hard to accept from such a talented player.

It’s not just Sanchez. Pogba as well was disappointing. He was decent, don’t get me wrong, helping us progress forward and running hard all afternoon. But where was an imposing display from our best player in what turned out to be the biggest game of the season? Where was the Lingard from the winter? But most all, where was the master of finals, the serial winner that is Jose Mourinho? He had his own tactics based on organisation and concentration used against him by a man who he had a spat with earlier on in the campaign. I hope it hurt him, as ending the season trophyless should hurt all of them, even though there are clear signs of progress from last season.

For us not to score against a team playing like *that* is slightly embarrassing. It’s one thing playing on the counter but there were essentially only two attacking players in their line-up. They were sharp in the first half, decisive in the penalty incident, and to be fair, retained their focus and concentration against the almost constant United possession in the 2^nd half. They did deserve their eighth FA Cup, even if for the neutral it was like watching paint dry.

It’s been a good season, generally, but it has definitely been tarnished by this schoolboy performance. Thankfully the world cup arrives to stop us from licking our wounds all summer.

United (4-3-3) De Gea 6.5; Valencia 5.5, Smalling 6, Jones 5 (Mata 87), Young 6; Herrera 4.5, Matic 5.5, Pogba 6; Lingard 5 (Martial 73, 4), Rashford 3.5 (Lukaku 73, 5), Sanchez 5.

Chelsea (5-3-2) Courtois 7.5; Moses 6, Azpilicueta 6, Cahill 7, Rudiger 7, Alonso 5.5; Fabregas 6.5, Kante 7, Bakayoko 5; Giroud 4.5 (Morata 89), Hazard 7 (Willian 90+1).

Yeovil 0-4 Manchester United FA Cup 4th Round

Yeovil 0-4 Manchester United (Rashford 41, Herrera 61, Lingard 89, Lukaku 90+3)

Some debuts live long in the memory, like Rooney’s vs Fenerbahce, or Ronaldo’s vs Bolton. Other debuts barely ever register even to those who were there. Whatever he does in his Old Trafford career, there won’t be many people who will turn to the side and wistfully reminisce about Alexis Sanchez’s bow at Huish Park, of all places. Yeovil fought hard on their evening in the sun, with the match live on the BBC on Friday night, complete with Arsenal alumnus Martin Keown sniping at our new number 7 at every possible moment. But United were business-like, professional and progressed quite comfortably into the 5^th Round of the Cup, without ever utterly dominating Yeovil. 
That was noteworthy as Yeovil sat 21^st in League Two at kick-off, the lowest ranked team remaining in the draw, but the much anticipated giant-killing was never likely, even though the Red Devils had a nervy first 20 minutes on a cabbage patch of a pitch that looked more suited to a primary school field than a stage befitting Sanchez.

The new buy was obviously the star attraction, his name and picture splattered everywhere, be it the match programme, the newspapers, and the TV trailers. Even United’s own propaganda machine seemed to forget there were 10 other players momentarily. But then, if you weren’t an ABU weirdo, you knew what the result was going to be; it was only natural the ex-Arsenal winger was granted the column inches. What were they going to write about – Yeovil? The Somerset team were pretty much ignored in the build-up, not that they minded much with the TV pounds flowing through the clubs’ coffers. It was three years ago that United had been here in the 3^rd round, with Herrera scoring that great instinctive goal on the turn. The Basque midfielder must surely put Yeovil just behind Zaragoza in his list of favourite clubs.

Yeovil started brightly, pressing a nervous looking United, who had made 10 changes from the win over Burnley with only Juan Mata keeping his place. (The most important players - Pogba, Jones, De Gea, Valencia and MARTIAL (!!!!) - were left at home.) Gradually though the team from the higher division found their feet and got the passing game flowing. Sanchez, stationed on the left but always looking to roam, seemed desperate to impress and whenever he got possession he showed off that burst of acceleration that has left defenders behind all over the world for the best part of a decade. I’m well aware it was only bloody Yeovil, but there was something about the way the tempo rose when the ball fell to him that was reminiscent of early Ronaldo. He also attempted audacious switches of play and through balls looking for the centre-forward Rashford, but most were over-hit and drifted out of play, leading to mocking cheers from the home crowd. Ah, yes. Our new man was booed throughout, getting a bit of the Sterling treatment. I do think if you asked the Yeovil fans (the ones who only swelled the crowd to see United, not the regulars) afterwards why they were giving him such a hostile reception they wouldn’t have a fucking clue, with a 52-year-old bloke probably muttering something about Sanchez being a ‘mercenary’. Never mind, they won’t see another game for a couple of years – at least until the next big home cup tie.

Still, at least he was trying things, as it couldn’t be avoided that a very expensive United team were being, shall we say, thoughtful in their passing. That’s a euphemism for slow and dull, by the way. It took until the deadlock was broken to assert our dominance but the goal itself was lucky, with Rashford’s poor touch from Sanchez’s ball falling to a defender, who then contrived to allow the Mancunian kid to steal in and tuck away the opener after beckoning his keeper to come and clear the ball when it was clear he had no intention of doing so. Forget League Two, this was barely Essex Combined Counties Division Four (West) level defending. How can you have such a lack of communication? The away end didn’t care, breathing a sigh of relief knowing the game was already done. I would suggest Rashford, going through a rotten run of form for the first time in his precocious career, didn’t mind how scrappy his goal was either.

For all the shouting, it pretty much was. Sure, Darmian, making his first appearance since the humbling at Bristol City, contrived to make some League Two cloggers look good with his flat fucking feet. Moreover, a couple of agricultural reducers challenges were put in on Alexis to the smug glee of Keown. But it was easy street for us, with the home crowd now quiet unless Sanchez had the ball, spending their time taking photos of the players they were abusing a few minutes before. The United fans created the atmosphere, with special attention given to Michael Carrick and the ‘hard to believe it’s not Scholes’ chant in celebration of the return of the club captain. After a heart scare, the lanky Geordie was back, calming the midfield down, admittedly against the gentlest of opponents. But no matter, for it was his first outing since Burton Albion in the Carabao Cup in September, and it was just nice to see him come through unscathed.

The game still needed a second goal though, and it duly came from a slick counter from our own corner. The ball was cleared to Mata who expertly controlled before waiting for Sanchez to carry the ball forward. Rashford made the decoy run, and the Chile superstar made the right decision to pick out Herrera, who controlled before converting with his left foot. Cue an arms-pumping celebration from another player who will take confidence from a goal after a hard time of his own recently.

Our new signing had showed off his footwork and dribbling skills but he had tired. (only natural after not starting recent Arsenal games with the move imminent) A bit more zest was needed and Mourinho, on his 55^th birthday, sent on Lingard and Lukaku after a couple of chances were spurned. There was a wait for the next goal, but it was worth it, for it was yet another sublime individual goal from Lingard, his 12^th of the season. How can you not love this guy, academy graduate and all, when he runs into the crowd after a scoring the third against Yeovil. No meaningless games for this lad. His determination to make an impact would not have gone unnoticed back on the dugout, with Mourinho likely to be deciding between Lingard and Mata to make way for Sanchez. After this run and finish from the Warrington wizard, the Spanish blogger surely sits on the bench at Wembley against Spurs in midweek.

The fourth goal came almost straight away with Herrera spotting the run of Marcos Rojo, of all people, in the inside left channel and the Argentine’s cross was volleyed smartly into the roof of the net by Lukaku for yet another goal. But far more pleasing was the little run from Angel Gomes, who had come on for fellow academy kid Rashford for only his second United appearance. The u17 World Cup winner received the ball on the left and beat the defender Ribery-style only to hit the side netting. It was only a glimpse, but the confidence he plays with at such a young age is so promising. Although, he’s still a few meat and potato dinners away from taking a place in a premier league side.  

Yeovil deserve credit but our 6^th successive clean sheet was always going to happen, and United march on once more. Carrick, Gomes, the goal-scorers, and Mourinho’s new contract which was signed on Thursday – there was a lot to be content with, even without mentioning the first Chilean to play for Manchester United. But let’s finish with him anyway. It wasn’t Rooney vs Fener. It wasn’t even Hernandez in the Community Shield. But Alexis Sanchez is a Red.

United (4-3-3) Romero 7; Darmian 5.5, Lindelof 6.5, Rojo 7, Shaw 6.5; Herrera 7, Carrick 6.5, McTominay 6; Mata 6.5 (Lukaku 65, 7), Rashford 6 (Gomes 88), Sanchez 7.5 (Lingard 72, 7.5).

Manchester United 2-0 Derby County Fa Cup 3rd Round

Manchester United 2-0 Derby (Lingard 84, Lukaku 90)

United were almost held to a replay by a determined effort from the Championship team and their keeper Scott Carson, but in the end, Jesse Lingard ensured the progression of the 12 times winners after yet another worldie. Lingard's brilliant 25-yard late opener was swiftly followed by a Lukaku goal after great work from Martial, making the final score look pretty comfortable, yet for much of this Friday evening the Old Trafford crowd were anxious that the win would not be forthcoming.

I didn't actually watch this game.* Neither did anyone else who wasn't at the ground (at least, not legally) as the BBC had put the Merseyside derby on instead, although United's kick-off time still had to move due to city being drawn at home as well. So the longstanding run of televised cup ties was at an end, but the idea that United didn't give a crap about the cup was quashed straight away when Mourinho picked a very strong XI, with only 5 changes from the Everton win. The keepers were rotated, Smalling and Blind came in at the back, and Marcus Rashford and Mkhitaryan replaced Martial and the rested Matic. A very healthy crowd of over 73,000, helped by almost 10,000 from the East Midlands, was further evidence that the club cared deeply about this competition. Just don't mention 1999/2000.

The game itself was essentially just an attack vs defence training exercise. Gary Rowett's team had very little ambition - although this isn't a criticism, just an observation on the realities of the match. Although the Rams are pushing for promotion (again), the sense that they would be content with a replay and money in the bank was palpable. They only ever attacked on the break, with ex-red Tom Lawrence showing his ball carrying ability. Nonetheless, it was a quiet evening for Sergio Romero, as it was Derby's organisation and structure that was worthy of praise rather than any offensive flair.

Rashford, out of form and going through his first real tough time, looked sharp and keen from the off. His pace was too much for the opponents and he was constantly asking questions of the defence. Trouble was, he never looked like making the net bulge. Instead he blazed over and wide, or found himself stopped by Carson, a bad touch, or the woodwork (twice). The focus of the anger on Twitter afterwards for his misses and perceived selfishness, Marcus would do well to ask himself the question of how many 19 or 20 year olds earn the trust of Mourinho. The kid is special, and never hid or let the misses effect him. He's played non stop since his debut for club and country, and my theory is he's tired. The lad just needs to be taken out of the firing line for a bit, and tune out from all the reactionary shit.

Having said all that, his miss in the first half from a Mkhitaryan cross (the only thing the out of sorts Armenian did before being hooked at the break, an act Mourinho apologised for in his presser, but one that hardly reflected well on the midfielder given he said Rashford was never going to score in the same conference) was a cast-iron sitter; he just had to nod it in from 5 yards, but managed to hit the post. He was hardly alone in his profligacy though, with Mata amongst the others also unable to find the onion bag. Both the Spaniard and Pogba went close with free-kicks, but Scott Carson was in inspired form.

More than a decade has passed since his error against Niko Kranjcar and Croatia, but you get the sense that he never truly recovered. Haunted by the spectre of that national humiliation that really that fake Dutch twat Steve Mclaren should take the blame for, his career has drifted after West Brom, but there was a flash of the old Carson here, showing off the athleticism and reflexes that interested Liverpool when he was barely out of his teens.

Tony Marshall's loving Jesse's form as much as the rest of us

As the game wore on, Derby grew in confidence, venturing out of defence more often. Mourinho had brought on Lukaku and Martial to try and force an opening, but it just made the Stretford End feel nauseous at the thought of a late sucker punch. Those fears seemed to be alleviated when Herrera and Lingard helped to play in Rashford, but the young tyro shot against the post with Carson finally beaten.

When Pogba dragged an effort wide after Lingard was denied by the keeper, it had the feeling of 'one of those nights', but United kept on trying, and Lukaku tapped back Martial's forward pass to Lingard, who rifled it in the top corner before any Derby defenders could blink. Terrific. That made it 8 goals in his last 10 appearances now for the Warrington Wizard, and the crowd (well, most of them) breathed a sigh of relief. Lukaku finished off a one-two with Martial, and the Reds celebrated hard as the win, and no replay, meant they were off to Dubai for a bit of warm-weather training. Well, that's the belated silver lining to the Bristol City loss then.

The attention afterwards, with a hat tip in the direction of Derby and Rowett of course, was very much focused on our number 14 who's in the form of his life. Mourinho waxed lyrical about Lionel Jesse post match. "He's in a moment of confidence where things go well for him. He's a good professional and a fantastic kid in the dressing room". It isn't just the goals - although they are important and of an outstandingly high quality - but the confidence he is showing, feeling like he deserves the stage of United now. At 25, Lingard can no longer be regarded as a promising youngster. It's time to deliver, and boy, currently he is rivalling the postmen in that department.

United (4-2-3-1) Romero 6.5; Lindelof 6, Smalling 6, Blind 6.5, Shaw 6.5; Herrera 6, Pogba 6.5; Mata 7 (Martial 67, 7.5) Lingard 8.5, Mkhitaryan 5 (Lukaku 46, 7.5); Rashford 6 (Fellaini 80).

*I was at the theatre, watching 'The play that goes wrong'. Would recommend it. Almost as funny as Liverpool's league drought reaching 28 years this year, in my opinion.

Leicester 2-2 Manchester United

Leicester 2-2 Man Utd (Vardy 27, Maguire 90+4) (Mata 40, 60)

United weren’t at their absolute best, and Leicester are a decent team under Claude Puel, yet when the final whistle went the United fans were crushed with disappointment and anger. Well, of course, a last minute equaliser is always gut-wrenching. But this was different, given that United had come from behind, had been playing since the 73^rd minute against 10 men, and spurned at least 4, maybe 5 cast-iron sitters. Childish and immature, as our manager called it afterwards.

8 changes were made from the loss at Bristol City, with only Pogba, Martial and Lindelof keeping their places. Mourinho selected the Swede at full-back over Darmian, who wasn’t even named in the squad in the absence of Valencia.

United started pretty well in the final game before Christmas, with Pogba on his league return from suspension looking sharp, and Martial seemed dangerous despite some rough tackling from Leicester. However, it was Jamie Vardy who opened the scoring with an astonishingly simple goal, borne out of careless (to put it kindly) defending. Ndidi hoofed it 60 yards, Mahrez chased it down before holding it to play in Vardy for a simple finish. Why Smalling didn’t put a foot in on Mahrez, and why Jones ran out to press thin air to leave us exposed are questions that will forever remained unanswered.

To their credit, the players stepped it up a gear and went on the attack, to be rewarded when Juan Mata put us level late in the half with a precise effort from Lingard’s lay off after Martial had found him in the area. It was only the Spaniard’s second goal of the season.

The second half was exhilarating as the Red Devils completely outplayed Leicester, cutting them open on the break frequently, and they were rewarded with a comprehensive 4-1 away triumph but due to demented finishing and decision making, 2 points were dropped.

It was criminal, really. All those chances, and playing against 10 for the closing stages, with Amartey getting two clear bookings only 16 minutes after coming on. The game should have been over, but United took wasteful to a new level and reminded the faithful of the umpteen home games like this last season. It all started with Martial blazing way over from 12 yards out after a top ball in from Lukaku. The Belgian threw his hands up in frustration, but soon he was celebrating.

Mata had definitely come to the party, putting our noses in front with a curling free-kick from the right of the D past Kasper Schmeichel, his first brace since… March 2015! Yep, the famous Juanfield game. His general underperformance for a £37m player notwithstanding, the quality set-piece had surely made the game simple enough for his teammates.

The still makes it look worse... but it's still a terrible miss

Instead United contrived to fuck up glorious chances. Lukaku was great all game at receiving on the turn and letting others run into the vacated space; one such move ended with Lingard facing an open net after taking the ball past the keeper. But, on the run, he incredibly hit the post, before duly hitting the rebound over as well. It was harder to miss.

After Amartey was sent off, Mourinho confusingly brought on Herrera for Lingard, perhaps as a reaction to Lingard’s dreadful miss. But why bring on a more defensive player when they’re at their most vulnerable, and why Herrera, who isn’t in good form anyway? Still, for all the posturing afterwards about this particular sub, it didn’t have much of an impact. It wasn’t Jose’s fault, this one; United still created more gilt-edged opportunities to put the game to bed with a story and a mug of hot chocolate.



Rashford, just before inexplicably trying to take it round the keeper

Rashford had already contributed to the red card, and he was played through again with only Schmeichel to beat. Instead of shooting, he tried to round the Dane, and ended up losing the ball. It was pathetic from the kid. From that position you have to open your body up and put it in the far corner, not try and act clever.

Still, Leicester weren’t looking that threatening. The MOTM Mata came off for Mkhitaryan, so at least his weird isolation appears to be at an end. Mind, the manager was going spare at yet another chance going begging as the Armenian tried to pass back to Lukaku rather than shoot from point-blank range. At this point, I was bricking it. Surely we would be punished for such muddled thinking in front of goal?

Smalling was involved in a heavy tackle, and it looked like we would have to see it out with 10, but then Rashford was sent clear again and United had almost a 3-on-1. It was the 92^nd minute, so he could’ve even chosen to run the ball into the corner and waste time. But instead he stopped, delayed, passed inside, and lost possession. It was fucking amateur hour, brain-dead from such a good player, one more chance to finish the game wasted. Why did he stop running? What the hell was going through his mind?


Look at the pitch. Then the clock. He stopped and passed inside. Despair.

Leicester pushed Wes Morgan and Harry Maguire up front and went route one for the dying seconds. Amid confusion with our shape, with United taking the ridiculous decision to send Smalling back on at centre-back, Albrighton sent in a deep cross and Maguire volleyed in at the back post, leading to rapturous scenes all over the King Power. It was the last kick of the game.

The post-mortem wasn’t pretty as it was suggested Herrera had ignored Jones’s instruction to fill in at right-back so Lindelof could move into the centre. But that was splitting hairs, tt was at the other end where the fault lied. Romelu Lukaku had been robbed of 3 assists, from Martial, Lingard, and Mkhitaryan. Those three but in particular Rashford should hang their heads in shame at throwing away two points. Lukaku was creating 1 on 1’s at will, they all fluffed their lines, and we were rightly punished by a Leicester team that, to be fair, deserve considerable praise for never giving up despite going down to 10 men. Even though the dirty bastards didn’t deserve anything from the game, obviously. I’m not bitter, what gave you that idea?

The only crumb of comfort from this is with City’s lead being 13 points, the title race is over in the self-styled most competitive league in the world before Christmas. I’m sure Sky’s shareholders are delighted at their flagship product being all but wrapped up before the Champions League even starts again. Fuck them, and fuck their pathetic hype for games that meander into nothingness. It’s the little things, I suppose. Merry Christmas.

United (4-2-3-1) De Gea 7; Lindelof 6, Smalling 5.5, Jones 6.5, Young 7; Pogba 7, Matic 6; Mata 8.5 (Mkhitaryan 83, 5), Lingard 5.5 (Herrera 76, 5), Martial 6 (Rashford 71, 4); Lukaku 8.

Manchester United 4-1 Burton Albion League Cup 3rd Round 20th Sept

Manchester United 4-1 Burton Albion (Rashford 5, 17, Lingard 36, Martial 60) (Dyer 90+1)

Not much to report on this third round procession, but I’ll give it a go anyway. United unsurprisingly strolled to victory, given that we played 11 internationals and Mata and Rashford kept their places, so there was no danger of Mourinho taking the League Cup lightly this season – he wants to retain it and nothing less will do. So no kids in the side, which was a bit of a shame, but I suppose some fringe players needed minutes. Smalling, Lindelof, Darmian, Lingard and Herrera had precious few minutes under their belt so far this term, plus to top it off the new club captain, Michael Carrick, was making his first appearance of the season.

Martial and Rashford started together for the first time this season and ran riot. Young Rash read Lingard’s clever lay-off from a Carrick pass to tuck in for the early lead. United were all over Burton, and another goal soon followed. Rashford’s second goal was a thunderous snap shot from outside the penalty area with little backlift on the turn; United’s overpowered team were on easy street and within 36 minutes the game was over as a contest when Lingard made it 3-0 after a brilliant Martial run. Meanwhile Tony Marshall could’ve had a hat trick, so mesmeric was his dribbling, but settled for one, and a nice video below.

It was just very easy, all a bit cruel on Championship overachievers Burton, who at least had the glory of scoring a consolation goal at Old Trafford through Lloyd Dyer late on. Sub keeper Joel Pereira really should’ve kept it out, but alas (What a gig Romero has right now by the way. Doesn’t even have to complete the 90). We’re through, full of confidence and goals, and drew Swansea away in the 4^th Round. A good evening’s work.

United (4-2-3-1) Romero 6 (Pereira 78, 5); Darmian 7, Lindelof 6.5, Smalling 6.5, Blind 7.5; Carrick 7.5, Herrera 6.5; Mata 7 (Shaw 46, 6), Lingard 7.5, Martial 8.5; Rashford 8 (McTominay 64, 6).

 

Swansea 0-4 Manchester United

Swansea 0-4 Manchester United (Bailly 45, Lukaku 80, Pogba 82, Martial 84)

We don’t have a very good record against Swansea, but last year we went to Wales under serious pressure and Jose, or rather Pogba, Zlatan and Rooney, pulled out a 3-1 away victory. Swansea don’t seem to be sleepwalking to relegation this time like they did around then, with Paul Clement an increasingly impressive figure. But United were obviously massive favourites.

The game started at a snail’s pace. There weren’t many highlights in the first half, so much so that much of the attention focused on the filmiest of claims of a second yellow card for Pogba that would see him take an early bath. Total nonsense, of course.

Our golden boy Rashford was getting plenty of stick from the Jacks, which surprised the commentators who wondered whether it was an example of Anglo-Welsh hostilities. Utd fans knew better – it was clearly a reference to Rashford’s, erm, rather flamboyant tumble in the Swans penalty area at Old Trafford last season. Rooney scored the subsequent dodgy spot-kick and the away fans were fuming given they still were in relegation danger at this point. So the kid probably deserved the choice words heading his way, it definitely won’t be the last time he faces a crowd like that, hopefully it’ll be a learning experience for him.

United went ahead just before the break from a corner which Pogba, given a free header, powered towards goal but the bar and the keeper coincided to keep it just out. The United fans went up in celebration and for a second everyone played on, but it didn’t matter as Eric Bailly reacted first and poked the ball over the line to bring a second round of cheers from the travelling hordes, and to take away the need for a look at goal-line technology.

After we went 1-0 up, the feeling was that the Swans would come out, but they didn’t, and this meant we couldn’t use Valencia and Blind to overlap as much because our wingers had to stay wide to try and open up the game.

For a large percentage of the second half, the game was pretty equal and a Swansea goal seemed just as likely as one from us. Their defensive 5-3-2 formation was hampering our attempts to break the backline, while simultaneously making it difficult for Chelsea loanee Tammy Abraham and Jordan Ayew to test our defence and hold the ball up, given their limited help. The match was becoming scrappy, with Abraham heading over from the penalty spot when unmarked a warning shot for our defence. I was thinking we should bring on Herrera to tighten the midfield up.

On 67 minutes, Clement blinked and brought on two wingers – Narsingh and Routledge – for Bartley and Roque Mesa and switched to a 4-4-2. It was just what Mourinho, the ultimate reactive manager, was waiting for.

8 minutes later, Martial and Fellaini were sent on for Rashford (who had drifted out of proceedings) and Mata. 9 minutes after those changes, United had moved from a tentative 1-0 away win to a comprehensive 4-0 thumping. Swansea didn’t deserve the final score line and had to go for the equaliser and leave the door open for the counter, but the way United shifted through the gears was thoroughly impressive, another sign that things could be different this season, as early as it is.

Lukaku had barely had a kick all game but finished emphatically when the chance came after Martial ran at the defenders before Mkhitaryan took over to play in the £75m man. Well, that is what we bought him for. Somehow I think there won’t be quite as many 1-1 home draws this season with him around. Anyway, 2-0, and in all probability, game over.  Right, let’s relax and keep it tight and go home with a nice win an-

Pogba!!! The third goal came after a lighting counter and the second assist for our midfield Armenian after superb dribbling, but it was all about the two brilliant parts of Pogba’s game; the athleticism to cover so much ground so quickly, and the world class technique rarely seen in such a tall, strong player that allowed him to delicately chip home and then celebrate with the away end. Fantastic move. If Pogba can get close to 15 goals in all competitions this season, and he certainly has the ability to, United’s season could be a lot sweeter this time around. 

There was barely time to breathe before United got their 4^th again. (Remember how rare United scoring four has been over the last three seasons! Yet we’ve made it look so easy!) Another brilliant Pogba-led counter and a typical Martial finish, cutting inside before slotting it in the far corner. The subs by Mourinho had tipped the balance. Sure, Swansea rather fell apart but Mkhitaryan, Martial, and particularly Pogba had been irresistible on the counter attack. Bringing on Fellaini to allow Pogba to roam further forward reminded me of when Roberto Mancini used to bring on De Jong as a sub for City as an attacking sub; to push Yaya Toure up the field.

The Rampant Reds had scored 4 goals in their opening two league games of a season for the first time in 110 years. The 1907-08 season, in case you were wondering. Early doors, I know, but another great day.

United (4-2-3-1) De Gea 6; Valencia 6, Bailly 7, Jones 8, Blind 7; Matic 7.5, Pogba 8; Mata 7 (Fellaini 75, 6), Mkhitaryan 7.5 (Herrera 85), Rashford 6.5 (Martial 75, 7.5); Lukaku 6

Man Utd vs West Brom & Everton

Manchester United 0-0 West Bromwich Albion

There were mitigating circumstances here. The international break and wear and tear from our very long season had limited variety in team selection. WBA have been hard to break down all season and had just beaten Arsenal. But still, fuck off. Thankfully I had a party later this evening so I didn’t have to dwell on one of our worst performances of the season. I’m almost glad that my dodgy stream kept cutting out as it gave me some respite from some of the most insipid shite imaginable.

Ok maybe I’m over egging a bit. But ANOTHER home draw against a team who shouldn’t be able to compete with us. Mourinho was flabbergasted that Conor Macnamara had suggested that the two teams had cancelled each other out, and while he was right that only one team was trying, had all the possession, and one team ventured out their half about 5 times during the game… it was very much sterile domination. The worst of LVG. In most of the other home draws it was amazing that we didn’t score, but not this time. We were shit. Or did WBA defend well? Does it even matter, as our top 4 hopes were extinguished?

The depressing tale of the tape of the points dropped at home this year

The team pretty much picked itself. Zlatan and Herrera were banned, Schweinsteiger had finally left for Chicago Fire, Pogba was still not fit, and the international break had accounted for Jones and Smalling (which at least meant not more 5/6 at the back) and most crushingly, Mata out for the foreseeable future after groin surgery. This after he wasn’t named in the Spain squad, so instead of having a fresh player for challenges ahead, we were missing one of our best creators.

The whole team looked sluggish, just waiting for something to happen, and it almost did near the end as Marcus Rashford almost won the match. First a fiercely struck shot from 35 yards out was brilliantly saved by Foster (One of three ex reds to have a good game as well as Fletcher and Evans) before a free kick from a similar range was heading for the top corner before Foster’s intervention. But that was about it (At least we now know young Rash can take free kicks). The forwards deserved the criticism dished out by Mourinho post-match, and it’s becoming clearer how reliant we are on Pogba and Zlatan to create and finish. 75% possession, 18 shots, but only 3 on target. The farcical nature of the game was summed up when in the last minute Rooney and Fellaini got involved in handbags with Yacob instead of trying to score.

United (4-2-3-1) De Gea 6, Valencia 6.5, Bailly 6, Rojo 6.5, Young 6, Carrick 7, Fellaini 7; Lingard 7, Mkhitaryan 5.5 (Rooney 74, 5), Martial 5.5, Rashford 7.

 

Manchester United 1-1 Everton (Ibrahimovic 90+4 pen) (Jagielka 22)

Fucking again.

What actually is the point of discussing this game, I wonder? For it was just the same as all the other home draws this season. At what point do we say that Mourinho is doing a substandard job, seemingly unable to win matches at Old Trafford? United fans have seen that game about 10 times this season. I’m tired of the profligacy, tired of the excuses, tired of the slow build up until we fall behind or subs come on.

3 changes were made from the boring 0-0 vs West Brom. In came Blind for Valencia (who we really missed) and Zlatan and Herrera made a welcome return from suspension for Mkhitaryan and Martial. We started alright against a good team, remember, one that would leapfrog us in the table if they won. But having lost the Merseyside derby on Saturday as well as missing about 5 of their key players (Coleman, Funes Mori, McCarthy, Bolasie, Schneiderlin), surely we could assert ourselves a bit more in the first half, in particular, and why did Jose feel that we needed to play 3 midfielders when we can’t score goals as it is? Rashford looked sharp up against the broken Coleman’s understudy Mason Holgate, but the half soon petered out a little as our midfield and ponderous back 4 exchanged passes across the halfway line for minutes at a time. We did create chances- Zlatan didn’t shoot quickly enough when played in, Youngy, making a very rare forward run, ran onto a Herrera pass before whipping a cross across the box that was missed – but not enough.

We went behind, typically from Everton’s first attack. Blind switched off allowing Mirallas to win a corner off De Gea. Jagielka converted from point blank range through De Gea’s legs after weak defending from Rojo. For fucks sake.

Meanwhile Joel Robles, who was chucking them in vs Liverpool, briefly turned into Gordon Banks when brilliantly saving from a Blind free kick – from which Herrera hit the bar from a tight angle- before tipping a left footed Herrera long ranger wide.

A friend I was watching the game with logically thought our chances created would lead to goals and predicted a 3-1 final score. Having watched this shit all year, I knew better and predicted 0-1 (ok, I need to be a little more optimistic).

The return of Pogba for Blind at the interval led to a big improvement. The £89m man instantaneously headed against the bar from a Young free kick pushing up his woodwork total to fucking umpteen. Everton started to get dirtier, cynically fouling… but it’s up to us, c’mon….

After all the crap that he said this week (About Shaw’s poor mentality and fitness: "I cannot compare the way he trains and commits, the focus, the ambition. He is a long way behind [Blind, Darmian, and Young]") it was in a way typical Mourinho that he brought on Shaw for his first game since Bournemouth in a tough situation. Although it was pleasing to see the kid back, could Martial really not have been used instead? This season, Lingard and Mkhitaryan have both been used at left back when chasing the game, and it was a mystery to me when 1-0 down at home Jose felt able to do without Martial, who seemed to me to be an essential sub. Especially as again there was a load of chickenshit hesitation from us as usual when we got into the final third. The pattern of play needs serious work, as too often we rely on individual brilliance or a long ball game for goals.

Regardless Shaw played quite well, his crossing ability tying in neatly with the two pronged attack of Fellaini and Zlatan. Havoc was created in the area, but chances were still wasted; Fellaini hitting wide on the swivel, Williams putting in blocks, and then two identical headers over from ten yards out. Pogba with a world class ball to Rojo, Rashford to Zlatan, same result. A similar type of move did lead to a goal, but Zlatan was flagged offside when heading in. Replays suggested he was on, but with the luck we’ve had this season we couldn’t complain. It almost got worse as we attacked, but thankfully a combination of Barkley/Lukaku wastefulness and brilliant recovery defending from Eric Bailly (who was tremendous) meant it remained 1-0.

In the 93^rd, a shanked effort from Shaw (Shaw’s shanked redemption) was saved by Ashley Williams, handing the MOTM a red card, and Zlatan tucked in his 16^th league goal of the season. So a 1-1 draw, we obviously should have won, and there were a small amount of boos at full time. Jose responded by going for Shaw again, saying that it was Shaw’s body but his brain, and he had no football intelligence. Jesus he’s getting tiresome.
I know it was a penalty, but it still was another 90 minutes where despite all the chances, no one else but Zlatan scored. Even if it wasn’t a good display from him, his pedigree ensures his importance, and that’s true even more so for Pogba, a classic case of not-knowing-what-you’ve-had-till-it’s-gone-kind-of-thing. Not for me, that is. Just the cavalcade of morons who somehow think Zlatan and Pogba are problems (!!!) in a side where Ashley Young receives regular game time.

For the third consecutive home game, top 4 is officially gone. Or so I thought. True enough, for the 3^rd consecutive game week we were let off, as on Wednesday Liverpool drew against Bournemouth and City lost at Chelsea (Last 3 games for City btw: 1-1 Liverpool (Aguero) 2-2 @ Arsenal (Sane, Aguero) 1-2 Chelsea (Aguero). 1) How clutch is Aguero. 2) That’s 3 excellent results for us that we haven’t capitalised on. 3) Not many difficult games for City now) A win for Arsenal put us back in our spiritual home of 6^th, but somehow we’re still in it. But with Spurs, Arsenal and City away to come, plus Chelsea at home, two points from WBA and Everton is a proper disgrace. It’s all Europa now…

United (4-3-3) De Gea 6; Young 5 (Shaw 65, 7), Bailly 8, Rojo 6, Blind 5 (Pogba 46, 7); Herrera 6, Carrick 6.5 (Mkhitaryan 65, 6), Fellaini 6; Lingard 6.5, Ibrahmovic 6.5, Rashford 6.5.