In the hours leading up to the game, I was so up for it. The leaked line up, though eye rolling, was water off a duck’s back. I was still optimistic of a real reaction from the players and the manager picking a more coherent XI to allow them to deliver.
I can’t lie though. After seeing the line up, I’ve never felt so empty walking to the ground. I’d always back us to deliver at home, would always feel that we have every chance of winning, but tonight I just had fear: fear of embarrassment, fear of humiliation, fear of the realisation that I no longer have faith or hope for the future.
First half we fought, we delayed the inevitable, but again how was that a formula that was likely to score, let alone win at home? There’s no system here at all. City looked immaculately coached and every single one of their players could fill the role of any other. None of our midfield, wide or forward players have any semblance of understanding of what it is the collective needs to do to be successful.
That’s Ole’s biggest failing. Motivation takes you a long way in sport, but there has to be something underneath that to support it. Since Paris it feels as if someone has pointed out the lack of the emperor’s clothes and there’s nothing to fall back on. City scored today and we had no answer. Nobody knew how we were supposed to score. Oh look, 10 minutes to go, United have four forwards on pitch and can’t create anything for them: the sign of a desperate manager.
This is an all-time miserable run, not just in results, but in performance and design. You’ve got to go back to the post-Munich 60s to find such a collection of losses. We’ve not kept a clean sheet, in what, 12 matches? We’ve not scored in 4 of our last 5 and not from open play since McTominay against Wolves.
How are the current squad, regardless of their individual and collective merits, supposed to have faith in the manager to take us forward? I’m confused as a supporter who follows with real attention and commitment. I have no clue what it is Ole wants from these players, even less than I did under Mourinho. We’re already at the stage of random XIs interspersed with hollow soundbites about the past. I thought nostalgia was the Scouse disease. It already feels terminal in our club.
If we lose to Chelsea, Ole will be done in eyes of our current squad and by everyone else too. We cannot go into next system with both a dead man walking and without any semblance of a playing system. Ole, you’re always be loved here, but that’s too much of an ask. You’ve got to give us something to build on.