#Facundo Pellistri

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they still havent found varane. we are confused

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manchester united v crystal palace

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Manchester United Men's Team x Paul Smith

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Manchester United's Rasmus Højlund celebrates with team-mates after scoring his side's second goal during the UEFA Champions League Group A match between Manchester United and Galatasaray at Old Trafford; Manchester, England; 03.10.2023

📸; ALEX DODD

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I fell in love again

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well deserved!!! 👏🏻

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he's just soooo pretty

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kids + jenga

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Facundo Pellistri - Strike Again Chapter 1

To my fellow reds. I know I've been making too much content for the City gals and boys (blame Ruben Dias 😅). Either way, this ends now!

This story is for you my fellow Manchester United stans!!

The summer slowly passes and Pellistri returns to school, but things aren't same as before. He is still grieving the death of his father and struggles to fit in with his peers and football...football is the last thing on his mind during this time.

Enjoy!

Facundo Pellistri woke up to the sound of thunder and rain outside of his bedroom window. He lingered in bed, rubbing his tired eyes. After washing up he joined his mother for breakfast downstairs. She tells him that they have errands to run and arrangements to make ahead of his fathers funeral.

"You have to get your suit from the tailor, and the flowers, don't forget about the flowers."

"I know Mama. I won't forget about them."

"I'm sorry." She sighs. There were gray bags underneath her eyes and she's been wearing a robe for the second week in a row. Only Facundo ran errands. His mother didn't go outside, at least not anymore.

"There is a letter for you." She said, gesturing towards the kitchen counter. "It arrived in the mailbox this morning."

"I'll read it on my way out."

The rain had stopped once he got outside. But clouds still roamed the skies as he rode his bike down the hills with the letter in his hand. It was from the Manchester United Football Youth Camp, providing him with their condolences and informing him that a spot would be reserved for him next summer.

Facundo doubted he'd be able to afford the fees for next summer, his parents struggled with getting money for the fee this year. It didn't matter however, Facundo and his mother agreed that the money for this year's summer camp would be spent on arrangements for his father's funeral, like flowers and whatever a new suit would cost him. He entered the tailor's shop set to purchase their cheapest one, but was surprised how much they all cost.

"It's because we only do custom-made." 

Facundo was quick to let go of the price tag as a girl appeared behind his shoulder.

"Blame my dad for wanting this to be a fancy shop." She chuckled.

Facundo recognized her face from school. Perhaps she was a grade below him because he only recognized her face from the hundreds passing him by in the hallway everyday.

"Facundo, right?"

He raised his brow, surprised that she knew his first name, everyone usually called him by his last. 

"It's Pellistri."

"That's a bit odd, no? Wanting to be called by your last name."

"In football it's not."

"Okay, Mr football, what can I do you for?"

"Do me?" He frowned, not sure that he found her as amusing as she thought she was. The purple suit she wore didn't do her any good either. It was purple and she was on the plus size, which made her look like a fat clown. Who wore a purple suit on a day such as this one? Even clowns stayed inside when it rained. Or hid in the drains like Pennywise. His friends had tricked him into thinking IT would be a scary movie. More than anything the movie was depressing, Pellistri thought.

"It's just an expression." She said and gestured for him to follow her towards the dressing rooms in the back.

He pulled the curtains to the dressing room and prayed that the girl wouldn't be the one to do his measurements, but her father or another male employee.

"If I may ask, what do you need the suit for?" She waited with her hands on her hips as Pillistri stepped out of the dressing room wearing only his boxers. Unfortunately his prayers had not been answered. Perhaps because God believed in him as little as he believed in God.

"It's for a funeral." He said.

"Oh, who died?" She stretched him a white shirt to put on. 

"My dad."

She paused the motion of adjusting his collar, her expression stiffening. Pellistri knew what words were coming next.

"I'm sorry." She said.

Everyone was sorry, he thought. But sorry didn't do anything to mend his pain and suffering.

"When did it happen?"

She was one of them, the ones curious to hear the story of the worst day of his life.

"Just before the summer break." He said, watching her circle him like a shark, measuring the wingspan of his arms and the circumference of his pelvis.

"Fuck, that must of been horrible for you and your family. Was he sick?"

"No, it was an accident."

"A car crash?"

He frowned. How much did she want to know? Most people would have reserved themselves to an awkward silence by now.

"Well, he worked for this truck company that makes deliveries to all these different retail companies around Manchester. This time it was that store that sold kitchen supplies downtown."

"Burgins AC and refrigerators?"

Great. She has heard of them.

"Yes, them."

"What happened?" She asked. Either she was a really good listener or eager to know how his dad got crushed by a 600 kilo steel refrigerator.

"A fridge killed him?" She gasped when he told her.

"Yes. The delivery went wrong and he was crushed to death." The paramedics said he died instantly and that there was no suffering, as if that would make his mother weep less. After the death of his father she underwent a week of howling and weeping in her sorrows. It got so bad that one neighbor threatened to call the police unless Pellsitri could silence his dog. The story of how he had to explain that the howling wasn't a dog but his mother, was one he kept to himself.

"I'm so sorry Facundo. I'll ask my dad if the suit can be on the house."

"Why?" He hadn't noticed her finish his measurements. She must be good at her job. "I have the money to pay for it myself."

"It wouldn't be right to take it." She said, looking at him like most people did after hearing of his tragedies. With pity in her eyes.

Pillistri dug the bills out of his pocket and slapped them against the front desk. "Take the money. I'm tired of people feeling sorry for me."

"I…I didn't mean to…" She looked flabbergasted and a little terrified of him. Either way, she accepted the money and Pillistri was out of the shop before she could apologize any further.

"Did you get the flowers cariño?"

"Yes, Mami. I've got them." 

Like his suit, he got the cheapest kind, the kind you picked for free out of the pits in the park.

"Will you put them in some water?"

"Yes, Mama."

She hadn't moved since he left. She was still seated around the kitchen table, dressed in her robe. Rain slapped against the kitchen window where her gaze was set at the horizon.

"It started raining again, so some of the flowers got bent underneath my jacket." He said.

"That's alright cariño. Just make sure that they get in some water okay?"

"I will Mama."

He watched her rise from her chair, giving him a shy smile before she left the kitchen and continued down the hall. There she disappears into his father's study. Pellistri knew what followed. 

Quiet weeping sounds. 

It was better for her to do it in there, he thought. Then the neighbors wouldn't complain.

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Match Review: Fulham 0-1 Manchester United

It wasn't an easy game, or a comfortable result, but it was one where United showed desire and determination, and were it not for some extremely suspect refereeing it might have been a much clearer gulf between the two sides...

The game started with a dramatic injury to Harry Maguire, whose missed header saw him faceplant a player's shoulder. A swollen eye socket for his troubles, but thankfully it wasn't serious enough to warrant substitution and Maguire managed to put in another very solid performance.

A nasty foul on captain Bruno Fernandes in the 8th minute led to a free kick; swung left side to Garnacho who played a beautiful ball back across to McTominay at the back post. The jubilation was short-lived however, with appeals for offside leading to a VAR check. In a highly unusual turn, the referee also took a look from the sideline - something PGMOL argue was because of the technical rules of the incident rather than the normal "clear and obvious error" from the on-field referee. In this case, Harry Maguire was adjudged offside. This despite not touching the ball or interfering with a defender who could stop Garnacho, but instead because he showed intent to attack the ball and thus was guilty. An interesting inconsistency compared to some other decisions made this season.

Fulham's reaction to the goal being disallowed was one of increased tempo and determination. In many ways it felt like they had taken a 1-0 lead and had that confidence boost, the wind in their sails, that allowed them to play more expressive football.

The first half drew to an end slightly in United's favour but the second was a far more open affair. Brazilian winger Antony was notably awful on the right side, which saw him substituted fairly quickly for Facundo Pellistri, and it was a remarkable change of intensity, desire, and competence down that right side for United. The scrappy little Uruguayan with his low centre of gravity and a tenacious approach to duels caused Fulham trouble - trouble which opened up opportunities.

An 84th minute chance nearly led to a sensational goal from substitute Anthony Martial, but it was the Captain who became the man of the hour in the 90th minute. Good pressure from Martial, McTominay and Pellistri allowed Fernandes a chance on the edge of the box. A feint left, cut back right, and ping bottom corner past Leno. 1-0 United, and a deserved 3 points for the Red Devils after it felt like perhaps fate had intervened and stolen away a much needed win.

After heavy criticism of Fernandes and Ten Hag in the past few days, both men will be relieved to have claimed the win away at Craven Cottage. The hope now is that a run of form can begin.

Ten Hag spoke to TNT Sports post-match and was questioned by Rio Ferdinand on the lack of team identity or play style this season. Ten Hag's response was that injuries had curtailed any sense of a predictable XI and that had hindered synergy or familiarity, but it is something the Dutchman needs to address quickly. November is upon us - there have been enough games and training sessions now for players to gel.

There are concerns to be had about many players; Bruno Fernandes being too stroppy, Rashford's lack of goals, players not finding enough passes to Højlund up front, but most pressing is the Antony situation. He has been the Manager's Favourite for a while, to the ire of Jadon Sancho. Poor club operations led to United paying double the asking price for him, but even if United had paid £40m, Antony hasn't even lived up to that. He's pacey and holds the ball up well, but he's unfathomably one-footed and fails take-ons almost every time. United's fatal flaw on the attack for years had been a lack of midfielders, and then it switched to being heavily LW-orientated.

If Ten Hag wants to keep the good times rolling he needs to work on Antony - whether that's tactical changes to encourage better match habits from him or benching him for the eager Pellistri. Something has to change if United want to retain a top 4 spot this season, and games against København, Luton and Everton are the perfect time to act.