Red Army Reaction

A first win of the season made Sunday at Old Trafford feel pleasantly familiar again. Ipswich were beaten, the early damage was repaired, and United could enjoy an afternoon without every old failing arriving at once...

We’re back, and as slick and polished as ever. Yes, the video cuts out halfway through. Yes, you can hear Nathan eating Sweet Chilli Peanuts throughout, but the effortless charm of two consummate professionals pulls you...

<p>There was something almost suspiciously pleasant about it all: clear skies, a soft final-day pace, and Brighton leaving the door open as though European football were no great concern. United took the invitation...

<p>Sun at Old Trafford does half the work on a day like this. The place was in the mood to forgive a few loose touches, indulge a bit of selfish play and enjoy a game that didn’t carry much jeopardy but still managed to...

<p>Weeks ago, Sunderland could have represented a crucial match in the run-in: a tough place to go, needing a result, against an opponent still fighting for every place they could get. That is not how it transpired...

<p>Liverpool were dragged into a game that never let them get comfortable. United tore into it, scored twice before the visitors had worked out the pace of the afternoon, and spent the first half making the whole thing...

<p>For fifteen minutes it looked as though United might put Brentford away early and save everyone the usual strain. They moved it well, found the openings, missed the obvious chance, and invited the kind of game...

<p>There are few things more conducive to optimism than beating a direct rival away from home, and United did just that on Saturday night. After a limp return against Leeds, they travelled to Chelsea with half a defence...

<p>After a month of waiting, United came back looking like a side that had misplaced its thread. Leeds arrived sharper, louder and far more certain on the night, scored early, struck again, and left Old Trafford with a...

<p>After an absurdly long break between matches, we’re back with a slightly rusty general chat: United’s time in Dublin, the weirdness of going so long without a game, and why too much rest might not be the blessing...

<p>We look back on an infuriating but ultimately survivable point at Bournemouth, where United were decent for long spells, Bruno was Bruno from the spot, and the referee contrived to become far more central to the...

<p>We look back on a cold, damp but ultimately rather pleasant afternoon at Old Trafford, where United saw off Villa with a minimum of panic and a fairly healthy amount of control. Also, Bruno Fernandes and Casemiro...

<p>Slightly belatedly, we look back to Newcastle, where United, presented with the considerable luxury of playing against ten men, made the evening feel like an exercise in self-sabotage, with refereeing oddities, a...

<p>Another three points for Carrick’s United, though this one was more grind than glow. We look at a flat first half, Palace’s early set‑piece goal and how United slowly wrestled control before Šeško’s header from a...

<p>A soggy, scrappy night at Goodison gives us another data point on Carrick’s United: not fluent or fun this time but reliably hard to beat and capable of nicking games with one proper bit of quality. We break down a...