Why, Mr. Anderson? Why do you do it? Why get up? Why keep fighting? Do you believe you’re fighting for something? For more than your survival? Can you tell me what it is? Do you even know? Is it freedom? Or truth? Perhaps peace? Yes? No? Could it be for love? Illusions, Mr. Anderson. Vagaries of perception. The temporary constructs of a feeble human intellect trying desperately to justify an existence that is without meaning or purpose. And all of them as artificial as the Matrix itself, although only a human mind could invent something as insipid as love. You must be able to see it, Mr. Anderson. You must know it by now. You can’t win. It’s pointless to keep fighting. Why, Mr. Anderson? Why? Why do you persist?
He was labelled The Chosen One. 2008’s Golden Boy. The new Ronaldinho. Manchester United’s Brazilian magician. In reality, he was quite the opposite.
Anderson had plenty of chances over the years to come good despite his multiple injuries hampering his progress but when Michael Carrick was ruled out for four weeks with an Achilles injury, it was seen as his time to shine. He had to step up to the plate and show David Moyes that he made a mistake leaving him on the bench – he didn’t because Moyes chose not to play him.
Instead, there is more excitement about Darren Fletcher’s return to the starting line-up with Anderson nowhere to be seen in the squad. Moyes has made his opinion quite clear – he doesn’t think Anderson is good enough for United.
There is every chance that we have seen the last of Anderson in a United shirt now that January is just around the corner. He has been tipped for a return to Brazil or Portugal and due to Premier League squad size rules, Moyes needs to ship a couple of players out before the start of next year if he wants to make wholesale changes.
Anderson is a great character but in this time of transition we need great players. At 25, he can hit the reset button on his career outside of Old Trafford and it is in his best interest and United’s that a move happens as soon as possible.
Goodbye Mr Anderson.