I know it's a bit of a laugh and mild insult to suggest each other learns football from computer games. And I admit, in my years I've put a fair bit of time into the game. Back in the day, it was a simpler game and more fun.
But insults aside, Moyes reminds me of the way I used to play that game. It's laughable. He's a small minded manager and belongs at a club of his level, such as Everyon.
When he first started at The Scum, he'd have had loads o' money. With the worldwide image United have, signing new players should have been easy. And for all the names bandied around by United and the media, what happened? They signed Microphonehead Fellani! For £27m, a few weeks after his lesser release fee expired. Fellani and Baines were dead certs for Moyes, but due to his arrogance and "insulting" offer for the pair was rejected, Moyes and co looked elsewhere, safe, apparently, in the knowledge that they could always go back with realistic offers if other avenues should fail.
One such target was Ronaldo, an amusing tale in itself as he and his advisors suggested a return to his "beloved" United, whilst quite openly negotiating a new and improved contract with Real. Well played by Ronaldo I think
So, in the end, it's the microphone, lumbering around alongside an aging and fading United team, as the ultra-stressed Moyes tries to emulate the bemused oil' whiskey nose.
They stutter and stumble their way to the winter window and....do sweet FA. The press, alarmed by this and by the lack of transfer activity to write about start urging Moyes to sign Mata. Maureen tosses in his two cents, urging United to give him £35m for the lad he dosen't want. After all, thinks Maureen, Mata can't save United. But he might do Chelski a favor or two between now and the end of the season.
Moyes narrows his eyes... Still, he should be doing something. He's manager after all. And he's so bewildered and dazzled, and his great brain is failing him, well... Ok. The press and Maureen both know footie. It's as better than anything he'd thought of. Heck, he was on the verge of ringing Wes Brown, cos at the water cooler that morning, he overheard Vidic tell the tea lady that he'd had enough!
One wonders what those crazy Red Devils will do next! It's been fun so far.
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