The thing that's keeping me onside with Moyes is that somewhere, in the back of my head, I'm convinced the people who run Manchester United must be cleverer than me. They must be. They must know more. They live it everyday. It's their jobs too. They absolutely undeniably MUST! (not M.U.S.T)
I keep going back to that video of Harry Redknapp defending a teenage boyband Frank Lampard. That little bit of viral gold that seemed to say, definitively: "Those on the front line DO know more than the fans." That keeps me warm at night. keeps me sane. Because there just HAS to be something else to the Moyes appointment, something hidden, something magic, something blatant yet unbeknownst to us leyman mortals, because absolutely EVERYONE predicted this.
Every average joe, every cab driver, every publican, every phone-in junkie and keyboard monkey had some kind of inkling of this would happen. Many United fans convinced themselves he was a perfect appointment when it was too late to go back but few were furiously keen before hand. Everyone not associated with Manchester United thought it was bizarre, even Everton fans. EVEN EVERTON FANS!
From the moment he was announced there there jokes about him Evertonising us, finishing mid-table, and buying Fellaini. There were countless people queuing up to say he was a boring, defensive, negative manager and not remotely in keeping with our attacking ethos. It was known to every man and his dog that he'd never beaten a top 4 club away. Those "I Have No Idea What I'm Doing" memes sprung up on his first day in the job. And low and behold, it's all happened. In ghastly slow motion. In an almost Spitting Image parody of itself.
IT WAS SO BLEEDING OBVIOUS!
And yet for something so bleeding obvious to be ignored, unappreciated, unresearched, then approved, sanctioned and rubber stamped by everyone in power at Manchester United? (MANCHESTER UNITED!!)....I just...I just can't see it. Or at least can't accept it. So I'm clinging to this morsel of logic that says there must be something else going on. That he has to have talked with Fergie about gearing towards a brilliant, fluid attacking style of play, but that for some baffling and unknown reason he hasn't been able to implement, or even begin to try and implement it thus far. That it really is just some kind of mystical loss of form that's seen the standards sink so low. That his head scratching substitutions and starting line-ups are indeed part of an unlikely ploy to give everyone a fair crack of the whip with absolutely no regard to the form or results of this season.
And I have to try and convince myself of that. Because the alternative is too ridiculous to contemplate.