This morning I wrote how I was cautiously optimistic with a completely tongue-in-cheek post about why United could do it. Lukaku has four goals in two games, against Crystal Palace and Southampton, how is that different than PSG? No Paul Pogba, that’s fine, Jose Mourinho says he’s crap anyway. No Nemanja Matic or Ander Herrera? Cool, the McTominay-Pereira-Fred midfield will be great!
And here we fucking are. The McTominay-Pereira-Fred midfield held it’s own. Lukaku scores two more. Rashford scores in
Fergie Ole time!
2-0 down facing a trip to Paris without 10 senior players. With Ole at the wheel you never stop believing and now United’s ball is going into the quarterfinal draw! Why not us?
Remember the time Jesse Lingard and Anthony Martial picked up first half injuries and people had the audacity to say that Ole was called out when playing big teams? That he was tactically naive?
EL OH FUCKING EL.
I wrote then that was a load of crap. The injuries threw United’s game plan in the tank. They couldn’t cope, but to call Solskjaer tactically naive was a joke.
Here we are three weeks later. 11 wins in 14 games, nine straight wins away from Old Trafford. The first team to ever advance in the European Cup after losing by two goals at home.
Ole’s at the wheel!