Well, what to say.
As the classics said-the end is somewhat predictable.
Though right till the very end I believed that, just a little bit everybody would turn up alive, the wounded come back, all the Ugartes and de Ligts would appear, and the bald ship would rush forward, ramming into everything that comes into its way.
Well, it really feels like we should have parted ways at the peak, after the FA Cup final. Alas, rich and influential people sometimes also do lack determination. Yes, I wanted ETH to stay all by myself.
What a pity, really, it didn't work out. The absolutely right thing to do was to kick Ronaldo out of the team. With the education of Sancho - though on the other hand, the same mentally disabled Rashford was running almost in every match. With the introduction of Garnacho and Maina to the squad. And there were strong matches too.
But in the end, there were significantly more minuses: fragile balance, stubborn dogmatism, lack of adequate response to obvious game issues, unsuccessful purchases-Antoni, "stressful" purchases for 1-2 seasons-Casemiro, downright nonsense at news conferences about trophies, sales, and chess from mud.
At first, Ten Hag looked like some fighting Brother, who seriously got down to business and introduced the basics of special Tai Chi Chuan gymnastics. He shouted, drove his subordinates under the stream, and the idea of recreating Ajax did not even seem so absurd.
But finally, ETH turned into Pakhom, who croaked as a heron but was not capable of keeping on one leg. It was tolerated, but sooner or later, everything in the world comes to an end.
Although later in the text, we will separately note the idiocy of the new management that missed the time and opportunities for changes, gave ETH a complete carte blanche for transfers, and lost all potential replacements. For all that, disappointed, they fired the coach at the end of October.
