Ole Ole Ole- A Night to Remember
Comebacks, Champions League,
Solskjear and Manchester United. After Nou Camp and Bayern Munich/1999, we have
a version 2. Beating 2 goals in injury team to win the Champions League is
difficult. But I think Paris 2019 does it. This was as close to impossible as
it got. This was football’s version of chasing 500 on a wearing day 5 wicket.
2 nil down at home in the first
leg( something which has never been overturned before in the tournament’s
history). 10 players out with injury and the best player suspended. The
matchups will put the “David vs Goliath” saying into shame. It was going to be
Fred/McTominay/Perreira Vs Di Maria/Verrati( modern Pirlo anyone?)/Draxler. It
was going to be Smalling vs Mbappe. This was men vs kids. The kids didn’t stand
a chance. Or did they?
This was PSG. A team whose only
legacy in Champions League is embarrassment. And this was United. Solskjear’s
United. United of the fame, “Can Manchester United score? They always score”.
So the belief was there that with a bit of luck and a lot of heart, progress
can happen. That the odds to United progressing was 7:1 did not matter.
And as soon as the game began,
the nerves began to show for PSG. Take out the 28 minutes between the 2 freak
Lukaku goals when PSG had almost 85% possession and looked like they are
playing an Indian College team, United were the better team. PSG made mistakes.
Costly ones by Kehrer and Buffon. Lukaku punished them.
In the second half, United looked
in control. The gameplan was clear. Take it deep and unleash everything in the
last 10 minutes. Yes there were a few chances for PSG in between. But De Gea
was at his reliable best. Smalling played out of his skin. And Fred finally
showed why he wasn’t just a 50 million dollar pastor that United bought.
Yes, the penalty that won the tie
was lucky and controversial. But the way the 21 year old Rashford walked up and
smashed the penalty, was something that belied his age. This was the same 21
year old that Mourinho thought wasn’t good enough to play for elite teams in
Europe. Oh, confidence is a beautiful thing, isn’t it?
Not just the players, but credit
to the manager as well. For way too long, the results that he got were
attributed to a feel-good effect. This wasn’t any feel-good thing. 9 away wins
on the trot cannot be due to poor opposition or any feel good. This was a
tactical masterclass with very limited resources. The substitutions were spot
on and correctly timed. And the strategy to take the game deep and hope PSG
panic worked wonders. Ole Gunner Solskjear, get ready for a multiyear contract.
You deserve it sir.
For Indian fans, it was almost 4
AM in the morning when it got over. 4 AM on a weekday and here we were, wide
awake and happy. This was a happiness which had ceased to exist with continuous
negativity from the last 3 managers. This was a feeling that we thought was
lost forever. Here were grown up men and women, who couldn’t stop smiling, who
couldn’t stop checking their twitter and who couldn’t sleep, and who couldn’t
care less about not sleeping. This is what football does. This is what
Manchester United does. This is what a young team did in a night in Paris that
will be remembered for ages.
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