When a Hairdo Steals the Show…
There he was, Alejandro Garnacho, standing on the pitch like a golden retriever at a cat show. His peroxide blonde mane shone under the sky like a lighthouse in a cereal box factory, while his Manchester United pals were busy breaking in their boots in the dressing room of San Mames. Swaddled in a spiffy Paul Smith club suit that whispered secrets of sophistication, young Garnacho chewed the fat with former United loanee Sergio Reguilon. Meanwhile, his smartphone crackled as he unleashed social media tornadoes of frustration just like any well-meaning 20-year-old.
As the clock ticked, the Argentine warrior swapped his snazzy suit for a football kit, ready to sprinkle magic on a field near you! He joined the fray with 19 minutes on the clock, spooking Pedro Porro like a poltergeist in a haunted mansion, and served sizzling crosses that teased the goal mouth with all the subtlety of an overly excited meteor shower. Alas, alas, his efforts were as fruitless as teaching a penguin to tap dance, leaving him contemplating the universe and the futility of it all near the center circle.
Back in the lair of lockers, Amorim was busy pointing fingers like a pantomime villain lost in the script, “Who missed the big chance earlier? Garnacho!” he exclaimed in the school-play melodrama style. With arms akimbo, Garnacho’s feelings flitted across the room, while brother Roberto was already on Instagram composing virtual sonnets of disapproval with emojis aplenty. Yet, under pressure, diamonds still glitter, and Garnacho gave United a half-glimpse of salvation that night, maybe leaving club officials with the puzzling decision: to ship or not to ship young Alejandro. Keep your popcorn handy, because this summer the transfer window is likely to have more drama than a soap opera festival!
