Injury Drama as De Ligt Takes a Tumble…
In a twist straight out of a footballing soap opera, Matoor the Fearsome Dutchman and United’s brick wall, Matthijs de Ligt, made a rather unceremonious exit at Brentford. With a Europa League showdown on the horizon, the Red Devils are sweating buckets about the fitness of their defensive titan. They need every muscle and sinew of this towering footballing colossus for the upcoming leg of gladiatorial combat against Athletic Bilbao.
As De Ligt hobbled off like a warrior in battered armor, the bustling anthill that is Old Trafford wondered if the skies would fall before the semi-final. With Ruben Amorim’s dream team lounging on a three-goal cushion thanks to the previous leg, United’s charge to the Europa throne looked shakier than a jellyfish doing the tango. Harry Maguire swapped notes with the physio and hot-footed it onto the turf, aiming to plug the hole in the ship without hitting any icebergs himself.
While the clock ticked, not-so-almighty Brentford decided to unleash their own footballing fireworks. On the contrary to United’s early jubilation when Mason Mount slotted home with the grace of a gazelle, Brentford’s counter was pure ping pong magic — twice deflecting, twizzling, and swirling past bemused defenders. Thomas Frank must’ve chuckled like a Cheshire Cat as Kevin Schade popped Brentford ahead — leaving United trailing and puffing like a steam train against the winds of football mayhem. Life at the Theatre of Dreams, eh?
