We’re drawing 0-0 and pushing hard for a goal, frustration has set in and there has been some panicked passes and pressure is building to beat a side that had picked up a habit of taking points off us when we should really be beating them.
Rashford races down the wing, cuts inside and laces the perfect pass to you in the middle of the box. You’ve made enough space to have a clear shot between two defenders with either corner of the goal a clear target.
Instead, you nonchalantly open your legs and let the ball roll through them and plus another 8 or 9 meters to the oncoming Greenwood who you have absolute faith will calmly slot the ball away.
Honestly the balls on that man. It was Cantonaesque. The arrogance of it, the vision it required, the trust in his team mates, the audacity to try it when he would have looked absolutely moronic had it not worked and one of the defenders read it.
Just brilliant. The man is an enigma.
Rashford races down the wing, cuts inside and laces the perfect pass to you in the middle of the box. You’ve made enough space to have a clear shot between two defenders with either corner of the goal a clear target.
Instead, you nonchalantly open your legs and let the ball roll through them and plus another 8 or 9 meters to the oncoming Greenwood who you have absolute faith will calmly slot the ball away.
Honestly the balls on that man. It was Cantonaesque. The arrogance of it, the vision it required, the trust in his team mates, the audacity to try it when he would have looked absolutely moronic had it not worked and one of the defenders read it.
Just brilliant. The man is an enigma.
