There seems to be debates all over social media, forums, message boards, though I can't say I've really heard them in the boozer after or before the games regarding style of play versus results. I just can't get my head around any red who can defend the style of football that's being currently served up. Football is supposed to be a relief, an escape from the everyday. Yes there will be games that disappoint, games where you'll be happy to come away with a 1-1 or even games where you're clearly second best and get a bit of a spanking.
Yes it is a myth that Fergie's teams played exciting attacking football all the team. Towards the end of his time it did seem to become more about getting the best out of a squad that was nowhere near the standards of his very best teams. But, when needs be, the handbrake would come off, think of the Newcastle game over that Christmas period that we won 4-3 with a last minute winner that helped propel us to taking the league title back from City.
Then look what happened on Saturday during those last twenty minutes. United had almost complete control of the game. Leicester had sat back for most of the game trying to catch us on the break. And I suppose you could say it worked to an extent for them during that first half, when there was only really one team that looked dangerous in attack and they weren't playing in red. But they had now pretty much gone into their shell. This was surely the team for United to really go for it, bring on attack minded players, ratchet up the pressure. Instead United just played the same old unadventurous sideways passing game that does more and more reds heads in. It's not as if it really gets us anywhere either. That we are in the top four is mainly down to the fact that big clubs are as weak as they have been in years. And that may not stay the case, Tottenham are rapidly improving and Klopp seems to have got Liverpool playing decent football and picking up points all of a sudden.
It's fucking painful to watch, it's not the United way. Ah the United way, there are some who now say the United way is a myth, go on define it they say. Fucking easy, fast paced attacking football with wingers who take their man on. The football Van Gaal has us playing is so far away from that ideal it's laughable.
Anyhow I was having a go at United for not upping the tempo during those last twenty minutes or so. So what can I say about the first forty five minutes. It was fucking dreadful, I could barely summon the energy to celebrate Schweinsteiger's equaliser as I was just hoping the whistle would go for half time to put us out of our misery.
We surely cannot win the league playing such turgid shite. There is an argument that it's such a poor league that we could win league. I'd say you could make just as valid an argument that we won't even finish in the top four. If as, I think most reds expect, we get knocked out of the champions league and we did manage to fuck up a top four spot, that would surely be the end for the Dutchman. What's the saying all the pain and no gain, there would certainly be a gain for all that pain in that scenario!
Yes it is a myth that Fergie's teams played exciting attacking football all the team. Towards the end of his time it did seem to become more about getting the best out of a squad that was nowhere near the standards of his very best teams. But, when needs be, the handbrake would come off, think of the Newcastle game over that Christmas period that we won 4-3 with a last minute winner that helped propel us to taking the league title back from City.
Then look what happened on Saturday during those last twenty minutes. United had almost complete control of the game. Leicester had sat back for most of the game trying to catch us on the break. And I suppose you could say it worked to an extent for them during that first half, when there was only really one team that looked dangerous in attack and they weren't playing in red. But they had now pretty much gone into their shell. This was surely the team for United to really go for it, bring on attack minded players, ratchet up the pressure. Instead United just played the same old unadventurous sideways passing game that does more and more reds heads in. It's not as if it really gets us anywhere either. That we are in the top four is mainly down to the fact that big clubs are as weak as they have been in years. And that may not stay the case, Tottenham are rapidly improving and Klopp seems to have got Liverpool playing decent football and picking up points all of a sudden.
It's fucking painful to watch, it's not the United way. Ah the United way, there are some who now say the United way is a myth, go on define it they say. Fucking easy, fast paced attacking football with wingers who take their man on. The football Van Gaal has us playing is so far away from that ideal it's laughable.
Anyhow I was having a go at United for not upping the tempo during those last twenty minutes or so. So what can I say about the first forty five minutes. It was fucking dreadful, I could barely summon the energy to celebrate Schweinsteiger's equaliser as I was just hoping the whistle would go for half time to put us out of our misery.
We surely cannot win the league playing such turgid shite. There is an argument that it's such a poor league that we could win league. I'd say you could make just as valid an argument that we won't even finish in the top four. If as, I think most reds expect, we get knocked out of the champions league and we did manage to fuck up a top four spot, that would surely be the end for the Dutchman. What's the saying all the pain and no gain, there would certainly be a gain for all that pain in that scenario!
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