It had to be Scott. He’s the embodiment of what Solskjaer wants his team to be: fearless, full of self-belief, humble, and committed to getting the best out of himself.
He’s also unafraid to show imagination, with the cojones to take a risk or two. How many people were screaming for him to take that loose Ederson ball to the corner to wind down the clock? I certainly didn’t expect him to breezily whip it towards goal like it was the easiest thing in the world. It was brave, bold and brilliant: pure United.
Look around the team that played yesterday and you might not see superstar names like Bastian Schweinsteiger, Zlatan Ibrahimovic and Angel Di Maria, but you saw spirit and endeavour, plus a great whack of intent and imagination. Twelve attempts on goal to City’s seven. And that’s all Manchester United fans really expect.
Aaron Wan-Bissaka straining every sinew to deny Raheem Sterling an inch. Harry Maguire striding out from the back with a leader’s resolve to beat the City press. Daniel James whirring around the pitch in a blur of youthful enthusiasm and desire, taking the team from one end of the pitch to the other in the same time it takes most of us mortals to lift our creaking bodies off the sofa.