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Michael Carrick set to be announced as head coach of Manchester United. Here’s my takeaway from the appointment: 1. Manchester United still feels like a club driven more by emotion and familiarity than ruthless football decisions based on data, long-term planning, and proven elite-level experience. 2. Carrick will have to overperform immediately just to establish and maintain authority in the dressing room. The margin for error will be extremely small. 3. Player power will continue to linger around the club, ready to resurface the moment results decline or pressure increases. 4. The current style and momentum may not be sustainable long term. If the wins slow down, the entire project could quickly become unstable compared to other top clubs building with clearer structures and long-term planning.

So, you're saying that a manager with over £250M spent, a full preseason, seven months of last season used for experiment to figure out his system, and play just one match a week without European football, can’t reasonably be expected to finish in the a Top 4? Let’s be serious.

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Prenup but you don’t have money to pay lawyer and you’re still owing Palmpay😂😂😂😂 Better buy double sausage shawarma and berry blast and on fan.

rashford and his mum ❤️

Just look at this at a glance and it is even more annoying.

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My first job in the UK 🇬🇧 was pot washing in a fancy hotel kitchen 😭🇬🇧 On one of my first shifts, I decided to impress everybody with my “hardworking Naija spirit” 😂 The pile of pots and plates they expected to last 5 hours of the shift, Omo I finished everything in 3 hours 😇😆 I was SO proud of myself. In my mind I was like: “Now I can relax small… maybe drink water peacefully and observe life” 😌 So I leaned on the dishwasher machine for literally a few minutes watching the chefs cook. Little did I know… All the sous chefs were acting supervisors and monitoring spirits 😭 “Chi is finished pot washing.” I didn't even see the senior chef 🧑‍🍳 coming. One minute I was watching a man sauté something, the next minute there was a presence beside me.😪 "Right then. Since you're done —" What followed next, I cannot fully explain with words, but I will try.😪 I changed tissue rolls in every tissue lock on the wall. I replaced the liquid soaps hanging over all the sinks around the kitchen, I swept a kitchen that was already clean. I emptied bins that were barely full. I dragged bin trolleys OUTSIDE and cleaned them— with my two hands. I brought out every single cup and plate that I had just washed, dried them AGAIN, and aligned them in the boxes so very carefully 🤣 The man found me work for the remaining two hours. Every. Single. Minute. Accounted for.⏱️ I stood there arranging cups 🫖I had already arranged, and that's when the education hit me This is not Naija 🇳🇬. Nobody here cares that you finished early. If they are paying you for 6 hours, you will WORK for 6 hours.😩 There is no "I've finished, let me rest small." There is no leaning on the machine with your arms folded. There is no watching the chefs cook like you're a food critic.😩 If you finish your task find another one. Clean something. Organise something. Count the spoons and fork if you have to. JUST LOOK busy. Because the moment they catch you idle, they will not give you rest they will give you purpose. And their version of purpose at 2pm on a Tuesday is scrubbing a bin trolley in the cold outside. That day I learned one of the most important lessons of working in the UK:🇬🇧 Your hours belong to them. All of them. Even the quiet ones. I never leaned on that machine again. 😅 To every immigrant reading this — especially if you just started working here . Or you intend to work here, this is not about being lazy or not. It's just a different work culture. The sooner you understand it, the smoother your journey. No rest at work until you clock out.