Monday, 18 May 2026

Farewell Casemiro, adios amigo

You don't wear this shirt, you carry it. 

Eight words to sum up the departing Casemiro perfectly. There have been many players to ply their trade on the hallowed turf of Old Trafford, and plenty to make their mark on its history. But perhaps none in recent times more than the affable Brazilian.

Cult hero status assured

There are icons, there are legends, and there are cult heroes. The first two categories take care of themselves and the names roll off the tongue. From the days of Bobby Charlton, Denis Law and George Best, up through the eras to the silver-plated times of Cristiano Ronaldo, Wayne Rooney,  Nemanja Vidic, Paul Scholes and Ryan Giggs. 
The third category is a little harder to define - cult heroes don't always win Premier Leagues or Champions Leagues, or have statues built or stands named after them. They are the grafters, the charismatic mavericks, the men who represent us fans on the field with their love, dedication and commitment to their craft - and our club. 

The likes of Ji-Sung Park, Nani, Diego Forlan and John O'Shea all hold that status here. Yes, they did win titles too but were often overshadowed by their more illustrious and decorated team-mates. 

It has perhaps taken a while, but Casemiro will leave United as one of these cult heroes. 

It is easy to fall in love with a foreign export if you are someone like Ronaldo or Bruno Fernandes - you are the heartbeat, the string-pulling creator in chief, the flair player to get you off your seat. Exciting attacking fulcrums are what fans want - those players get all the glory and are often your match winners. 

But how often do defensive midfielders receive adulation to this extent - totemic titans Roy Keane and Bryan Robson aside, maybe? It is testament to Casemiro's impact, commitment and genuine affinity for United that he will leave the club almost universally adored. The feeling is very much mutual. 

"I will carry Manchester United with me throughout my entire life" - for a man from the Brazilian favelas who has been there and won it all at Real Madrid, that is quite the statement. It is enough to give this particular sentimental hack the hint of a tear in his eye. 

From outcast to indispensable

But yet it wasn't always this way. 

Casemiro was parachuted in to answer United's midfield SOS call after a 4-0 shellacking at Brentford - future Red Bryan Mbeumo and all - in 2022. He came as the supposed epitome of United's failing transfer strategy - a big name 'Galactico' the wrong side of 30 on massive wages into an alien, madcap, 100mph environment.  Another commercial pound grab by the board, another prima donna. 

But Casemiro has shown throughout his four years in Manchester he is up for the fight. He has recovered from setbacks - and slander - that would make lesser players melt. 
Jamie Carragher branded him a 'plodding steady Eddie' and to 'leave the football before the football leaves you'. He was dropped for the 2024 FA Cup final and was once hooked in lieu of Toby Collyer with United two down to Liverpool. Even in that sorry second season, he sacrificed himself, and selection for the cup final, by selflessly filling in as a makeshift centre-back in the midst of an injury crisis. 

That all seems a long time ago now. True, United's two lowest ever Premier League placings have come with Casemiro in midfield, but it is no co-incidence we have also finished third twice since he's been here. Erik ten Hag's 'cement between the stones' may not have delivered the major titles we all have craved but his Man of the Match showing, and goal to boot, in the EFL Cup final at Wembley certainly helped scratch that six-year itch.
ten Hag's basketball mantra of 'you attack, we attack' often left him marooned in midfield against three - sometimes four opponents - and then Ruben Amorim's ill-fitting tactical blueprint which left everyone, even the players, scratching their heads in bafflement.

The time is right, I'm moving on..

And so we have come to the end of the (United) road for this quiet, undemonstrative family man. Someone who does not speak much, but - when he does - everyone listens. 

It is the right decision to let him go. He is 34 years old, has completed 90 minutes only 14 times this season and qualification for the Champions League will bring about a 25% increase in player salaries. United were never going to countenance an ageing and rotational squad player on 350k a week. It is simply too expensive, too much of a risk with the constant shadow of PSR in the rearview mirror. 

But it is this very fact that has made his stock rise further. Despite announcing his departure in January, Casemiro's Reds career would have the most impressive of epitaphs. It would have been very easy for him to forgo a future he will not be part of by downing tools and, basically, not giving two hoots whether we made the Champions League or not. 

Not for this introverted leader and his resurgence deep in the heart of United's engine room. A best ever goalscoring season with nine, all of them headers, often in tandem with the omnipotent Bruno, spearheaded United's charge under soon-to-be-permament manager Michael Carrick. 
He has done his damndest to ensure the Reds will once more sit at Europe's top table, even with the shifting sands of time counting down to his Old Trafford epoch. And that's all credit to him. 

Casemiro had a knack for key goals. His 94th-minute equalier at Chelsea in that debut season. The Cup final winner and decisive header away to Forest in the FA Cup fifth-rounder the following year. The pivotal role in that astonishing climb-off-the-canvas comeback against Lyon. But his legacy is these last few months, driving United on to the land of milk and honey even when he knew he won't be here next season. He has given every last bit of energy and effort, every last drop of sweat and blood, to get this club back to where it should be. And for that I will always be grateful. 

Adios amigo, it has been a pleasure. Duh duh duh duh, Casemiro, Duh duh duh duh... 

Monday, 4 May 2026

From calm to chaos in Scouse-busting double act

Manchester United and Michael Carrick once again put us through the wringer on Sunday.

We should all know that by now: there is no such thing as a relaxing afternoon watching the team for 90+ minutes, either in the ground or on TV. Once again, United made life very hard for themselves and almost snatched defeat from the jaws of victory. 

This was another high wire act, another 90 minutes in which United walked the metaphorical tightrope but again emerged victorious. I'm not sure I can take many more of these. After Monday's nervy win over Brentford, United's latest act of derring do took us on a rollercoaster, white-knuckle 95 minute ride back to the promised land. A return to the Champions League after two years away in typical harum scarum style. Can we make it a tad more comfortable next time? This club is going to be the death of me one of these days. Supporting it should come with a health warning. I wouldn't have it any other way, though. 

Record setting, record losing...

United look on course for a record win over Liverpool as we hit the front inside six minutes then moved 2-0 ahead after 16. Memories of THAT game at Anfield under Erik ten Hag came flooding back: maybe now, finally, United would eviscerate that with a 7-0 scoreline of our own.

Fat chance of that.

Instead, from that position of supreme comfort, United threw our most hated rivals a lifeline. A lifeline of two goals in ten second half minutes through Dominik Szoboszlai and one-time Reds target Cody Gakpo after errors from Amad and the usually unflappable Senne Lammens.

Suddenly, where there was joy, satisfaction and a sense that this was to be our day, came a feeling of helplessness. Hopelessness. Depleted Liverpool taking charge and threatening not only the mathematical certainty of Champions League football, but also THAT record. The one that has stood the test of time since 1984.

That year was the last time United had been beaten at Old Trafford in a league game when leading at half-time. Stretching to nearly 400 games across three decades, it is one everyone knows but one that fills you with dread every time it flashes up on screen. Surely one of, if not THE, most remarkable stats in football.

The highs and lows of football 

Bournemouth nearly broke it back in December, only a late Lammens save preserving parity in that particular see-sawing thriller.
But imagine losing it here. Not when you’re 2-0 up after 20 minutes. Not against Liverpool, our most despised adversary, from the position we were in. Surely it could not happen. We’d never hear the end of it. Another stick for them lot to lord it over us with, can you imagine?

One of the oldest and proudest chapters in the Manchester United story teetered on the very precipice of extinction. United had collapsed and fallen in on ourselves in front of our eyes. Slumped in a state of stunned silence, I was unable to quite believe what I was watching – at that stage, even the relative sanctuary of a point looked a long way off. I was convinced the record was going, right here and now, at the hands of that lot from Merseyside.

Oh ye of little faith..I really should know how this film ends by now, shouldn’t I?

Kobbie Dazzler


Then came the denouement, the thrilling final chapter in this topsy turvy tale. Sprinkled with vivacity and a touch of Carrick’s kindred spirit, United roused themselves once more. Luke Shaw had a fine game down the left and, from his cross, Liverpool failed to clear. If there was one man on the field that ball was just meant to drop to, it was Kobbie Mainoo.

The individual epitome of United’s collective resurgence since the turn of the year, Mainoo could quite easily be plying his trade elsewhere now. Had we stuck with Ruben Amorim, that seems almost a certainty. That we almost lost this fine, generational talent from our midst is a football crime of the highest order. Amorim's decision to overlook a player of Mainoo's calibre is one that looks more and more stupid by the week.

The outcast has become indispensable. 

Even in these early stages of his embryonic career, Mainoo has a CV most others can only dream of. A goal and a man of the match showing in an FA Cup final. A Euros final for England against Spain. THAT goal against Lyon. It is quite the resume.

But this goal, this winner, probably tops the lot. At the Stretford End, against Liverpool, to get United back into the land of milk and honey as one of our own. To complete a league double over them, in a week when he signed a new contract at Old Trafford. As the only Carrington graduate on the field. I doubt Mainoo has ever had a better few days than this. Whilst any win against them p***s is always sweet (I’d want us to beat them a tiddlywinks), for this to be delivered by a lad from the Academy makes it all the sweeter. Throw in the fact this was our first league double over the Scousers in a decade, and you have just about perfection. 

Up the Reds!