Whew. I’ve been gone a long time. And what a post to come back with.
I opened Instagram one day and read the first headline on my feed: “RÚBEN AMORIM SACKED”. In my head, it was fake news. I said to myself: “There’s NO way…right?”. And there he was, the one and only, Fabrizio Romano telling me the same thing. Amorim really was sacked.
And just like that, the hope we were told to believe in was gone again.
Being a Manchester United fan means learning not to get too comfortable…EVER. Still, when Amorim arrived, it felt different. And we all knew it. A manager with an identity. For once, it felt like we were finally on the path to the perfect rebuild. It wasn’t perfect. Really it was far from it. The performances were inconsistent, the results unforgiving, the patience almost nonexistent. But anyone watching closely could see it: we really believed in him.
From the outside, sacking the manager always looks like a well thought out action. But this time from the heart of a fan, it feels like betrayal. Another reset. Another “trust the process”. Another chapter closed before it was allowed to mean anything. Especially one that for me was “THE ONE”…
What hurts most isn’t just that Amorim is gone. It’s the question that follows: What now? Who? Another new philosophy? Another manager asked to fix problems that run deeper than tactics or formations?
I’ll still watch. I’ll still hope. I’ll still believe. But tonight, it’s hard not to feel tired. Tired of watching potential get cut short. This time it’s personal.
Rúben Amorim may be gone, but the deeper questions and emotions of rage towards the superiors still remain. And until those are answered, no manager will ever feel like the right one.
This is what being a Red feels like sometimes.
Hope, briefly held, and just as quickly taken away.
