"EMBARRASSING. ABSOLUTELY EMBARRASSING. I don't even know what to say anymore.
This team has no spine. No spine.
You had this kid humiliate you at Old Trafford last season in the Europa League. You watched him knock you out. You watched him announce himself on your own pitch.
And then, a few months later, he moves to Manchester City and you let him do it again.
Brighton kept him quiet. Spurs kept him quiet. But Manchester United? Forty-five minutes, two goals and an assist.
We are literally being used for a highlight reel by a 16-year-old kid."
Mark Goldbridge was halfway between rage and disbelief, both hands raised toward his camera as the live chat beside him moved too quickly to read.
The split-screen on the television showed his watch-along on one side and the halftime broadcast from the Etihad on the other. The match feed had cut to adverts now, leaving only the score graphic lingering in the corner like a wound United fans could not stop staring at.
