There was a time when United had a player who was referred to as the King.
Today, the memories of knighthoods and royalty have a tinge of sepia, and is only found in the box seats. Players on the pitch go by underhanded nicknames and crass unmentionables.
This is when it really sinks in. The cycles repeat themselves. Players and managers come and go , and in some cases, the stadium changes its facade as well. What is it that we are cheering for, then? The badge? The shirt? The city? What do we do when our identity has been forsaken? What do you do when the same fate befalls you, that you once trolled others for? Last season saw Manchester United somehow win 2 out of a possible 4 titles we played for.
While our goal scoring woes continued thanks to a combination of poor finishing, rotten luck, and the damned woodwork; Mourinho did manage to stamp one part of his philosophy on the club. We conceded only 29 goals in the league last season, which is the lowest tally since , a season in which we leaked 28 goals, scored 86 goals and finished second in the league. United only lost 5 games last season, joint with Chelsea, behind Tottenham at 4 losses. Yet, with 15 draws all season and 54 goals scored, the Theatre of Dreams saw the proverbial snooze-fest. While numbers are in the end just that, numbers — they clearly depict the ailments of Manchester United and its players under Mourinho.
We were witnesses to a meek Manchester United. Watching this group of players try to close out a game , and failing miserably at it was liked being forced to watch reruns from season 2 of True Detectives. Jose Mourinho is no Matthew McConaughey. Winning the League Cup and the much-maligned Europa League was necessary for this group of players. They needed to know that they could perform when it mattered, and currently, in world football, there is no coach better than Mourinho to instil that sense of self-belief in a team that sorely lacks it after three seasons of major disappointments and poor comedy.
Once we get past the exaggerated drama of the transfer window in England, it is blatantly obvious that the upcoming season is the most important one for Manchester United since the departure of Alex Ferguson.
This team is at a crossroads. The players have the option of fading into obscurity. It is a luxury they can afford to get away with, because they take home weekly morbidly-obese pay cheques. They can come into Carrington, amble about the place, and be dispatched to the bench or the reserves for the rest of the season.
It could be worse, they could have ended up at hapless clubs who have not known what it is like to win in recent years, or even in distant memory.
Here, they have the stage to become heroes of the new age. This is a war for the soul of the club, and if putting up with the persona of the psycho-anarchist at the helm is a battle each one of them must fight, then so be it. It could be worse. Manchester United. Cristiano Ronaldo. Step-over maniac. Coffee aficionado.
Prefers playing sports to watching them. This is war for the soul of Manchester United at the theatre of Dreams, and if putting up with the persona of a psycho-anarchist at the helm, then so be it. United have a corner, Beckham to take Liked the article? Using the well known dream work technique, I write a list of aspects I admire —which is a long list.
The enclosed front porch is just the spot to read a good book with a glass of wine or cup of tea. My favorite and BEST teacher ever, had left to have a baby! Like Miss Montgomery's well known TV series, the woman has a nosy neighbor who always keeps his eye on whomever comes and goes. With three weeks left on that run, the band is turning its attention back to North America w The reintegration of the Divine into my being is an ongoing process. This is war for the soul of Manchester United at the theatre of Dreams, and if putting up with the persona of a psycho-anarchist at the helm, then so be it.
There are no items in the dislike list. All this is a part of me. I admire his kindness, patience, teaching skill, knowledge of literature. I admire the attention and love he lavishes on his students and his kindness toward me. Not all the staff in the school are kind, to put it nicely. Although the director is filled with praise toward Pearl, she is someone I do not recognize.
His speech produces deep inner anxiety. I do not know my self! Dreams come to bring new knowledge. New ideas.
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Dream in our Hollywood culture has been reduced to indicate fantasy, wishful thinking and too good to be true! When I think of the stage I walk on every day of my life, I see now many many years later that I knew not my self. I did my best to hide behind the many masks of the persona. I stayed, or so I thought, out of notice.
Yet, my dreams tells me there is a great deal to know and that my own inner director knows. Dreams emerge as three act plays. When you write and there seems to be different parts? Write them as a play. Like a play, the dreams asks many questions: What is the theme of my life that have hidden away? What is stopping me from seeing myself as my own director? Where in my life am I hiding from my self? Why am I afraid to take my place in the world? What is so dreadfully embarrassing about my feminine self that the black hair grows out of my nose? How am I tyrannized, immobilized by anxiety.
What is the symbolism of Pearl? I have no answers. The black ugly nostril hair is rather self explanatory…. Gradually, I realize it is a self-image. This morning I draw an image. I recognize it encompasses embarrassment at being seen naked in public. Hair is a symbol of the feminine. Long, flowing tresses the mark of the Goddess. But nose hair? Not so much. In my imagination I see myself cowering before the crowd in the theatre. Wishing not to be seen. Also, the nose is masculine when I draw it. The hair like a nose mustache.
Like Hitler. Is this my inner Tyrant? The enemy in my own household refocusing my thoughts on how irrational I will seem if I continue this path of dreams? Public acknowledgment.
I am embarrassed to even write it down. Then, I tell myself the dream Director has spoken kindly. I have had these thoughts but it seems too pretentious. I thank him for coming but remind myself my real purpose these days of healing are days of truth. And the truth shall set you free.
I seek the truth, even if painful.