Passion is no more
A fan’s perspective of what exactly has gone wrong at Manchester United.
When you think Manchester United, you think of the battle-hardened warriors who don the red, white and yellow kit to the fortress that once was Old Trafford. Showing out in front of the Stretford End as fans’ voices bellowed for 90 continuous minutes, never once letting up.
There is also one name, no more synonymous with the Mancunian club in modern times. That name?
Sir Alex Ferguson.
Arguably the greatest British manager of all time, he was what you would call a true man-manager. You see, his fascination with the human mind was second to none. He was a leader at heart and was naturally able to rally support from the players and fans alike. He would know exactly how to get you fired up for a big match. In every sense of the word, he was a master psychologist. It was with this that he inspired his sides, often, sub-par in pure technical quality to go and pull off a next to impossible win, week in, week out, cementing United at the very precipice of world football.
Respect was demanded, hard work was required, but above all else — passion was a must. The kit bore weight, it bore significance. You were required to fight for your spot in a pure meritocracy. There was no favourites. All that was required was that you could prove yourself behind closed doors for the mere opportunity to play in front of the fans.
With this, came prestige. And the players understood this. They also understood the importance of the privilege that was their time at Manchester United Football Club. Thus, when the team stepped out of the tunnel at every game, they were no longer football players. They were soldiers ready for war. They were prepared to put their body on the line. They were willing to sacrifice anything and everything for the win.
Alas, when he stepped down from his post at the top of the club, he took that special touch with him. There was no longer a general to lead the troops. There was no leader amongst the troops. With this, the soldiers, now sown in chaos, were lost, without the order that once existed. It was then that the internal turmoil began to infect the dressing room with distrust and ultimately, the results were reflective of this on the pitch.
No longer a unit, individualism shone through the cracks which had formed the minute Sir Alex retired and slowly but surely, the flame which was burning in the hearts of all those who pass through the doors of Old Trafford was extinguished. The fight which once existed was extinguished. Desire was dead, and ultimately the passion was no more…
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