There is a perplexing, almost masochistic, willingness among vast swathes of Manchester United's support-base to sink to unspeakable depths, suffer for suffering's sake and lay multiple seasons to waste, in the belief that the manager-of-the-hour is uniquely up to the task of restoring the club as we take a few steps back to then take a giant leap forward (because magic, that's why!) while side-stepping inconsequential short term objectives and expectations, that actually need to be met to boost flagging morale, earn credit for the future and keep the money flowing to facilitate the refurbishment of the first team squad. Might seem strange to supporters of other major clubs, especially well-run ones or where there's a tendency to consider new appointments with a healthy dose of skepticism, but it is what it is.
Perhaps certain folk are too disillusioned with the present and this is them concocting a bright future to compartmentalize and console themselves, at a time when there's not much to be optimistic about? Or perhaps this is informed by Ferguson's anomalistic tenure. Where he led the club to 11th and 12th placed finishes in the league, before turning things around and going on to dominate English football. Except, he had previously earned some credit by virtue of stablizing the results in 1986–87 (from 6 losses and 3 wins in 13 matches to 8 losses and 12 wins in the following 31 matches) and finishing 2nd in 1987–88 (with the highest points tally in club history, if memory serves). And, crucially, the competitive landscape of English football back then was rather dissimilar to what we have in the present moment. Manchester United doesn't just need to overcome the likes of Liverpool, Manchester City and Arsenal now, who have stolen a march on us, but also clubs that are hungry and punching above their weight class in Bournemouth and Nottingham Forest. Every season in the wilderness gives others the opportunity to chip away at our previously towering economic advantages and takes us further away from our ultimate sporting objectives, and makes it even harder for us to re-establish ourselves.
By the end of this campaign, Amorim would have managed 40 matches or thereabouts — typically, that's a good enough sample size to “judge” a manager. If a manager says a lot of the right things but can't have his team operating a level that is greater than the sum of parts and keeps surrendering points in winnable games to arrive at a points-per-game ratio of 1.00, maybe it's not the right manager for Manchester United, qualitative issues with regard to the playing staff notwithstanding. And even though many of us were enthused by this appointment, he must give us something tangible to build our hopes around, or we're grasping at straws and operating with blind faith.