David Edgar

I didn't say it was.

Villa looking the most likely to win this tbh. Very strong with and without the ball. So lucky we got that crazy goal so early.

Is this referee for fucking real?

Rugby cunt

Wow wow wow

I'm not confident with Tino out. Losing his pace is massive.

Sell some more shady season tickets to nobody.

Mad that Lewis has been given so much England exposure. He's pony.

Emptyhad

Fuck.

Trex couldn't reach it.

Only proper footballers pick that assist. He's gonna be elite.

Replaced him already if these reports of vermin are to be believed.

Well yeah, they're just a mid table team now. We lost to West Ham not long ago. Shit can happen.

'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through Old Trafford, Not a trophy was shining, no glory to be savored. The banners hung limp, the crowd’s cheer grew thin, As dreams of dominion seemed far from within. The billionaire owner, Sir Jim in his chair, Penny-pinched so tightly, the staff felt despair. No bonuses, no raises, for those working hard, While the club’s grand ambition lay bruised and scarred. The stadium itself was a sight to behold, A crumbling relic, decrepit and cold. With water that dripped from ceilings so high, And mice in the corners—oh, how they would scurry by. The food kiosks reeked of a foul reputation, Two stars for hygiene—a grim designation. Fans queued with caution, holding their breath, Avoiding the pies for fear of their death. And out on the pitch, the woes carried on, For the passes of Ugarte were hopelessly wrong. A midfielder so clumsy, it brought fans to tears, “Where’s Scholes or Keane? Get them out of their chairs!” Yet deep in the Stretford End, the silence grew loud, The once-vibrant voices lost in the crowd. No chants, no banners, no songs to sing, Just the hollow echo of what hope used to bring. For the future was grim, and the path only steeper, With each penny saved, the club sank deeper. No vision, no passion, just penny-pinched strife, A shell of a club gasping for life. So here lies Old Trafford, a shadow, a curse, Merry Christmas to all—next year will be worse.

Noticed against Bournemouth that he was frankly terrible with his passing. He would dally and then try something he hasn't got the ability to achieve. He was trying to play well out of his comfort zone. I'm pretty sure we targetted him for the press when he was at PSG. He's just really limited with the ball, a passenger in possession. Which I guess a midtable team can carry, but if you are genuinely ambitious, you aren't looking at him. Still, laud his tackle output.

Congratulations, you have a player who can win the ball but has no fucking clue how to use it.

Ugarte is a world class midfielder who Manchester United should build around. Him and Maguire. For life. Two absolute hackers.

46 elite finishes. He's upping his general involvmenet this season. Lots more false-9 style moves into midfield to get the ball. It really suits his game to get away from the CBs in the build-up.

Mold Trafford

What a tackle. Crowd piss themselves

Jim can't fix it.

Hope they keep this dreadful 343.

Very funny goal. Neither team looks decent. Malacia thinks he can lunge in and not be at risk of fouling.