The optimist in me says this (and again, this is the rose-tinted optimist, who is trying to enjoy summer, not get too worked up about football, one who is enjoying the single life, etc....): this off-season could be 2006 all over again. A sensible, if unglamourous midfield signing to boost a squad with a number of young players ready for lift-off, and a veteran or two poised for comeback years.
So for Carrick, read Fred; Rooney/Ronaldo, read Pogba/Lukaku (by far the most rose-tinted aspect of this); Vidic/Ferdinand, read Lindelof/Bailly; Scholes/Giggs, read Sanchez/Mata; Brown/Evra, read Valencia/Shaw (ok, that is actually the most unrealistic part!)
I have a hard time really believing any of that, but what's the point of a new season, if you can't get excited about it (rose-tinted specs or not)? There are few days more glorious than opening weekend (followed by the blue-balls of international week...)
And maybe, just maybe, Mourinho is playing possum about the whole thing, and Woodward is refusing to allow United to become a transfer-market patsy, one that pays an inflated premium just by virtue of being United. And maybe, we are going to run away with it, and do to Pep, what SAF did to Mourinho, back in that glorious season (by far my favourite as a United supporter.)
Then again, this could just be the first step in our becoming Arsenal. For Lukaku, read RVP; for Pogba, read Diaby....