If you’re looking for where the vibes are at for Manchester United on Friday, Nov. 13, 2026, you better ask Dante to help you find them.
Another club legend has unceremoniously been shown the door — the third manager sacked by INEOS in less than two years and three weeks — and the club has confirmed its eighth permanent manager/head coach for the men’s team since Sir Alex Ferguson retired in May 2013.
That’s right, Michael Carrick, who took the interim role exactly 11 months ago, coached the team to one
of the best second-half of the season records in the Premier League, finished third in the league, and secured Champions League football, is once again forced to take the high road with a classy goodbye post on social media; capping off one final full week of work knowing the ghouls above him were working out the final contract details with another manager whilst he was running training.
But don’t worry everyone, at the expense of Carrick’s love and duty to the club, the decade-long, will-they-won’t-they, with Mauricio Pochettino has finally hard launched, and Manchester United got their man, days before we got Grand Theft Auto VI.
The way in which the the Glazers, Jim Ratcliffe, Omar Berrada, and Jason Wilcox handled Carrick’s exit is embarrassing, unprofessional, and one more example of how this club has truly lost its way. My hope, like how I felt when Ole Gunnar Solskjaer was sacked, is that Carrick is soon over the disappointment and feels relief to be rid of this shit; swap out the names in the quote below and the sentiment is the exact same for me.
I’m sad, I’m numb, I’m disappointed, and, frankly, I’m shocked that it was only eight months ago that I was finally at my first-ever match at Old Trafford, and I watched in awe as Carrick coached the squad to a 3-1 victory over Aston Villa.
So, here we are, the first day of another new era; one day closer to death. The best we can hope for at this point, as the sands of time continue their spiral downward, is for Pochettino to achieve what David Moyes, Jose Mourinho, Louis van Gaal, Solskjaer, Erik ten Hag, Ruben Amorim, Carrick, and a smattering of interim appointments could not achieve in their time at the helm of the club: sustained success in spite of the leadership above them. The odds aren’t in Pochettino’s favor, but the best we can do right now is support him and the players who wear the badge on their shirt, and we must all continue to be as loud as possible in our disdain for the club’s downward rot from the top.
And if you see Carrick in street clothes at Old Trafford or in the away end somewhere else in the country, please thank him for me. On top of all his achievements with the club as a player, I’m forever grateful for what he inspired during his time in charge. Thank you, Michael.
