There will be talk of Ruben Amorim needing ‘four or five transfer windows to turn things around at Manchester United’ but the embarrassing weeds must be removed before anything is planted. That there exists an actual group of sentient beings who, when encountered with this shameful iteration of Manchester United, feel compelled to apportion any responsibility on Ruben Amorim is incredible. The way they believe it is in any way normal to have ‘lost faith’ in a coach who responded to this dumpster fire emergency call 45 days ago is astonishing.
The only thing Amorim can possibly be blamed for at this early juncture is his enthusiasm in drinking so readily from a poisoned chalice overflowing with incompetence and ineptitude. From pitch to boardroom, Manchester United are a shuddering shambles of a football club. “We are going to have difficult moments and we will be found out in some games, I know that,” said Amorim after the 4-0 win over Everton at the start of December.
His reiteration that “the storm will come” was translated in most quarters as a typical cliched warning from a coach wanting to keep expectations in check, but Amorim knew his forecast was based on precise information: he had these players bang to rights before he inherited them. Even in the obscured and foggy Molineux conditions the innumerable faults in this team were clear. Its mere composition is a mess of ideas but wrapped within that are subplots of negligence, individual anecdotes of fail.
