Arindam Basu
Manchester United has been express and impersonal in
the eviction of the hamsters, nannies and dorks that emphasised the David Moyes
era. Only one remains. He scurried around like a puddle last season and at best
barked mildly in between fitness issues. When Louis Van Gaal came, he was quick
to hand out to the short rope to him.
But three months into the season he seems to have
reinvented himself. Welcome to the rebirth of Marouane Fellaini. A slack defence
and lack of an effective blocker in the midfield may have added to his
advantage, but the bushy haired Belgian has had to show that he was willing to
play in the hole in front of the defence and work relentlessly both in attack
and defence.
The journey from Standard Liege to the red part of
Manchester via Carrington Road is something of a fairy tale. For he may not be
the quickest on the field or may not have the biggest physical advantage, but
he compensated that with an arrogant run, impeccable technique and perfect
sense of the game. These qualities made him the midfield-marshal with Everton
and made Moyes believe he would be a success in the Theatre of Dreams. But then
suddenly everything began to fall apart.
The team was under performing. Moyes was under fire.
And he was the only player the coach had signed. As a result Fellaini had the albatross
hung around his neck. Always under the lens, always talked about, always marked
out, he suddenly found out he was a goldfish in a glass bowl. To add to his
misery he played at four different positions in the team last season asked to
do things that Moyes wished as his guy. He crumbled.
But after watching him in the last two games I’m more
than convinced he is back. His game is first class, the swagger is back, the nonchalance
apparent and he now wore the Red Devils jersey not as an outsider but one who
has a permanent locker in the dressing room. He left a big influence in the
Manchester derby and sooner than later the puddle hair will be a fad at the
home ground. A brilliant player, worth all the money and all the wait.
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