Ruben’s Red Devil Dilemma…
Ruben Amorim celebrated his 40th birthday with balloons and cake, but Man Utd’s drama has burst his party like an overinflated football! After a horror show against West Ham, his birth certificate might as well say 50! Oh, the woes of the Red Devils, with a ghastly goal difference of -11! Leaving the sunny comforts of Portugal was like trading a comfy beach chair for an electric one!
Man Utd’s attempts to kick the ball seem to be stuck in reverse! The West Ham crew, who probably couldn’t win an away match against a team of garden gnomes lately, rock up to Old Trafford like they own the place. The home fans won’t forget the symphony: “How s*** must you be, we’re winning away!” Never before has a history book been written so shamefully fast; it’s penned with the tears of United fans. Amorim’s embarrassment oozed through the post-match confabs, proving that even a press conference can’t hold back a volcano of red-hot frustration.
With the Europa League final looming like a giant snoozing dragon, Amorim is preparing for Chelsea but knows it’s ‘Bilbao or Bust!’ The poor guy looks like he swallowed a goalpost—praying for a miracle or a summer squad-spending spree! Winning the Europa League might just be his golden ticket! But if Spurs snatch the Bilbaonian win, and United’s start next season stinks (think old boots at the bottom of a locker room), Amorim might just meet the managerial Grim Reaper by October! But maybe sprinkles of hope will shine, and the grumbling Theatre of Dreams will roar with cheers—only time, or a magic football, will tell!
