'When Wayne Rooney scored at Goodison last weekend, people queued up to tell us why, actually, this is why you don’t write off the man. The last two games have demonstrated that, in his current guise, disappointment is the rule, not exception.
It’s not just that Rooney is offering nothing to United’s attack; he is hampering it significantly. Anthony Martial, Juan Mata and Ander Herrera can do all they can to take attacks so far, but at some point their team-mate needs to get involved. Then all promise turns to dust.
It is as if Rooney is playing with lead weights under his shirt, labouring around the opposition half like a 35-year-old League Two striker telling everyone who’ll listen that he’s still got it. He completed nine passes in the first half, and gave the ball away seven times. There is an increasingly familiar Old Trafford groan reserved for a Rooney pass straight into touch. It is becoming the soundtrack of his decline.
The bizarre thing about Rooney is just how much goodwill he retains from those within the game – he is effectively immune to criticism.
Here is his game in numbers: No shots on target. No chances created. A passing accuracy of 55% (the lowest on the pitch). Lost possession 28 times (highest on the pitch). One touch in the opposition penalty area.
Yet the only reaction from Gary Neville was to twice praise Rooney for his defensive work, while Martin Tyler remarked that he was “defensively responsible at 30”. For a striker, that should be the ultimate damnation by faint praise.
The person with the most faith is Van Gaal, who continues to start Rooney to the detriment of the team. Memphis Depay has struggled to settle in during his early months in England, but at least with Depay, age provides reason for patience.
More importantly, playing Depay on the left would allow Martial to operate as a central striker. For a manager who demands movement from his forwards, it is difficult to see how dropping Rooney wouldn’t assist United’s creativity. Van Gaal must surely now be at least considering that option.
In terms of this game, the biggest crime was that Rooney stayed on until the final whistle. He may once have been United’s magic man, the player who could conjure something out of nothing to win you the game, but that time has passed. He was a 90-minute passenger.
“Sir, I have to talk every week about Rooney,” said United’s manager to a journalist in his post-match press conference. “Why? I don’t give any opinion. Sick of it. You have your opinion, write it.” Not as sick as some United fans are at the free ride given to the captain.
When having faith that Rooney could rediscover his greatness, bear this question in mind: What did he excel at?
The three most obvious responses to that question are pace, power and positive aggression. Not only do all now look lost, but these are impossible characteristics to switch on and off. You can’t just decide to have more pace or add ten times more power, and the aggression in Rooney’s game has been reduced to swearing in the direction of the officials. He has become a parody of the jaded striker, a brightness dulled by the rigours of his career. He is the old fighter still stepping into the ring but now being punched from rope to rope.
So the question to Rooney’s backers is this: What are you waiting for? Rooney isn’t naturally fit enough to regain his missing athleticism. He’s played too many career games to find the effervescence associated with his early years at United. He has never been the type of striker who you would expect to redefine his style in order to prolong his career.
It’s all very sad, but there’s a shell of a player where Wayne Rooney used to be. Van Gaal is one of few who must still have faith, and even that is waning.'
(Football365)