McGuinness didn't get a break. He wasn't backed by the players or the board. I have no idea to this day why he was selected. When he was finally sacked, there was a big row in the dressing room (led by Brian Kidd so the story goes) about players not happy with Wilf. But again, Matt Busby kept his office door open and any player with a gripe went over Wilf's head to Matt. Our league form under Wilf was patchy that season. Towards the end, we got hammered 1-4 at Maine Road and 1-3 at Highbury. Wilf's last game was a 4-4 draw at a frozen Baseball Ground but he did manage a good run in the League Cup.
It was a foggy, miserable October night in 1970. 'O' levels were approaching and I had homework. Nevertheless, Chelsea were in town for a League Cup match so I wangled it and went. Lucky for me as I witnessed one of the finest goals George Best ever scored. Taking a pass from Aston on the half-way line, he cut through the Chelsea defence like it wasn't there, he rode a leg-breaker from Chopper Harris, went round Bonnetti and slotted the ball in at the Stretford End to win the match. A home tie followed against Palace and we won 4-2, but 3rd Division Villa put us out in the semi-final. I think it was defeat that cost Wilf his job. It was cumulative of course, but that was embarrassing.
O'Farrell was cut some slack in the transfer market. Martin Buchan was easily his best signing, Storey-Moore was a great player but injury prone. Denis Law remarked that he saw Moore strapping up his ankles before his first training session and knew it wasn't a good sign. Wyn Davies came in from City and scored a cracker on his debut against Derby. The idea was to team him up with Ted MacDougall and they scored a few but the partnership didn't last too long. There was a memorable game against Liverpool marked with crowd violence, police horses on the pitch, and a pitched battle as the Stretford End charged the Scoreboard. Davis got the first and MacDougall the second against a visibly rattled Liverpool team.
We got turned over 0-3 at Maine Road the next weekend. We beat Norwich and Southampton, lost at Stoke, and then went to Palace. By that time, it was common knowledge that Tommy Docherty was the man the club wanted. And so it turned out. It took the Doc seven games before we won a game, beating Wolves at home. We got battered 1-4 at Ipswich and 1-3 at St. Andrews. Bobby Charlton's last season was a relegation dogfight and those two goals in the Doc's first win against Wolves were his last two league goals at Old Trafford. I think he got one more away - Southampton if memory serves = but it was a bit of an ignominious ending for such a great career. Sorry to wander off topic a bit but there was a tendency at the time to put the blame for our demise on Frank O'Farrell. It wasn't. he was always swimming upstream.
One last thing. My dad worked for the newspapers then and knew many of the sportswriters. According to one nationally-known writer, Matt Busby couldn't retire and had to maintain a level of control. He just couldn't let go and watched all the games. I had heard, as
@Revaulx mentioned, that he had a stake in the club shop but I hadn't heard the bit about it being in lieu of a pension. Interesting.