Jose Mourinho‘s men were punished for a miserable first 50 minutes with goals from Andros Townsend and Patrick van Aanholt.
A comeback seemed near impossible, but Chris Smalling‘s header after 54 minutes ignited a blockbuster finish from Man United during which Romelu Lukaku claimed his 23rd goal of the season and Nemanja Matic slammed home a dramatic last minute volley.
And Rashford, reflecting on his side’s win the morning after, noted that it was reminiscent of the days of Ferguson.
I have never been involved in a comeback like that before , I used to watch them on TV
— Marcus Rashford MBE (@MarcusRashford) March 6, 2018
Rashford and I are practically the same age, so there is no surprise that, while one was making a difference on the pitch and the other was throwing empty Rubicon cartons everywhere, we were feeling the same way.
The emotion stirred by that comeback – the first time United came back to win from two goals down in four years – took me, among many others I presume, straight back to being a wide-eyed child, face inches away from the TV, anxiously squirming and biting my nails to oblivion as Ferguson’s side, over and over again, relentlessly streamed forward in search of a winner, gradually forcing the opponent further back, destroying their resolve, until finally delivering the deathly blow.
And it was there to see again, this time with Rashford an active participant, against Roy Hodsgon’s men, as Mourinho did what supporters have been desperately crying out for by simply going for it.
That feeling, that swirling anticipation of something brilliant about to happen, when watching United throw everything forward in search of a winner is the essence of what this club has always been about.