Before we dive into the truth, let’s clear up the silly gossip. Some said he was homesick for Spain. Others whispered he wanted a move to City (gasp!). One angry fan on Twitter even blamed his barber for “cutting his vibe.”
None of that is true. I promise you. The actual story is way more charming, and it involves a slightly unhinged love for something that’s not football.
The Big Reveal: It’s All About the Biscuit
Yes, you read that right. Biscuit. Not a multi-million-pound contract. Not a golden boot. The seventeen-year-old wonderkid, whose name you’ve been hearing for years, walked away because United changed the brand of biscuits in the canteen. I’m not joking.
Apparently, his whole pre-match routine revolved around dunking a specific chocolate digestive into his milky tea. When United switched to a “healthier, oat-based alternative” from some fancy supplier, he went into a full-blown existential crisis. Let that sink in. Oat biscuits cost us a generational talent.
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Now, you might ask, “Couldn’t he just bring his own biscuits?” That’s what I said! But apparently, it was a ritual. He told the club’s nutritionist that the new biscuits “destroyed the geometry of his dunk.” I am not making that up.
