Picture this: a happy the Danish striker in a Napoli shirt. Next, place it with a dejected the Slovenian forward sporting United's jersey, looking as if he just missed an open goal. Do not bother locating an actual photo of him missing; background information is the enemy. Then, include statistics in a large, silly font. Remember some emoticons. Post the image everywhere.
Will you mention that Højlund's tally includes strikes in the Champions League while his counterpart does not compete in continental tournaments? Of course not. And would you note that four of the Dane's goals were scored versus Belarus and Greece, or that his national team is much stronger to Sesko's Slovenia and generates many more scoring opportunities. If you run online for a large outlet, raw engagement is your livelihood, Manchester United are the prime target, and nuance is your sworn enemy.
So the cycle of content turns. Your next task is to scan a 44-minute podcast featuring Peter Schmeichel and extract the part where he describes the acquisition of Sesko "weird". There's a bit, where Schmeichel qualifies his comments by saying, "I have nothing bad to say about Benjamin Sesko"... yes, cut that. No one needs that. Simply ensure "weird" and "Sesko" appear together in the headline. People will be furious.
Mid-autumn has traditionally one of my favourite times to watch football. Leaves fall, winds shift, the teams and tactics are newly formed, everything is new and yet everything is beginning to form. The stars of the season ahead are staking their claims. The transfer window is closed. Nobody is talking about the multiple trophies yet. Everyone are in contention. Right now, all is possibility.
Yet, for many of the same reasons, this period has also been one of my most disliked times to read about football. Because although no outcomes are decided, something must always be getting settled. Jack Grealish is resurgent. The German talent has been a crushing disappointment. Is Antoine Semenyo the top performer in the league at this moment? We need a decision now.
And for numerous reasons, Sesko feels like the archetype in this context, a player inextricably trapped between football's two countervailing, non-negotiable forces. The imperative to withhold definitive judgment, allowing layers of technical texture and tactical sophistication to develop. And the imperative to generate instant definitive judgment, a constant stream of takes and memes, out-of-context condemnations and meaningless comparisons, a square that can not truly be solved.
It is not my aim to provide a substantive evaluation of Sesko's time at United to date. The guy has started on four occasions in the top flight in a highly unpredictable team, found the net twice, and taken a grand total of 116 contacts with the ball. What exactly are we analysing? And will I attempt to replicate Gary Neville's and Ian Wright's seminal masterwork "The Sesko Debate", in which two famous analysts duel thrillingly on a podcast over whether Sesko needs 10 goals to be a success this year (Neville), or whether it's really more like 12 or 13 (the other).
For all this I loved watching Sesko at his former club: a big, screeching racing car of a forward, playing in a team ideally suited to his abilities: afforded the license to rampage but also the freedom to miss. And in part this is why United feels like the most unforgiving place he could possibly be at the moment: a place where "harsh judgments" are summarily issued in about the time it takes to watch a short advertisement, the club with the widest and most pitiless gap between the time and air he requires, and the time and air he is going to get.
There was a case of this over the national team pause, when a viral infographic handily informed us that the player had been judged – decisively – the poorest acquisition of the recent market by a poll of 20 agents. And of course, the media are not alone in such behavior. Team social media, influencers, anonymous X accounts with a suspiciously high number of fake followers: everybody with a vested interest is now essentially operating along the identical rules, an environment deliberately geared for controversy.
Scroll, scroll, tap, scroll. What are we doing to ourselves? Are we aware, on any level, what this endless sluice of irritation is doing to our minds? Separate from the essential weirdness of playing in the center of this, aware on a bizarre chain-reaction level that each aspect about players is now essentially material, product, open-source property to be packaged and exchanged.
Indeed, partly this is because it's Manchester United, the corpse that keeps nourishing the narrative, a major institution that must constantly be generating the strong emotions. However, partly this is a temporary malaise, a swing of judgment most clearly and cruelly observed at this season, about a month after the window has closed. Throughout the summer we have been coveting players, praising them, drooling over them. Yet, just a few weeks in, many of those very players are now being disdained as broken goods. Is it time to be concerned about Jamie Gittens? Was Arsenal's purchase of Viktor Gyökeres necessary? What was the purpose of another expensive buy?
It feels appropriate that he faces their rivals on the weekend: a team simultaneously 13 months unbeaten at their stadium in the Premier League and somehow in their own state of feverish crisis, like submitting a a report on someone who popped to the store 30 minutes ago. Too open. Their star finished. The striker waste of money. The coach bald.
Maybe we have not yet quite grasped the way the narrative of football has begun to supplant football itself, to influence the way we watch it, an whole competition reoriented around talking points and reaction, something that happens in the background while we scroll through our phones, incapable to disconnect from the saline drip of opinions and further hot takes. Perhaps Sesko taking the hit right now. However, we're all sacrificing something here.
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