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6th August 2020
10:33am BST
You can almost imagine it now. Sanchez gets the call from his agent: 'United want you.'
He almost drops his phone in disbelief, before rolling around on the floor laughing with Atom and Humber for an hour or so.
Time progresses, United's interest intensifies, and the follow-up call informing him that this is in fact a practical joke never materialises. This is actually happening.
The day of the medical arrives. Sanchez makes it through the security gates at Carrington, right through the fucking door - no alarm, no concern - like one of the characters from Ocean's Eleven whose name I can't remember.
He has his medical. The Manchester United medical team gives him the green light. Being the greatest and most talented fraud the world has ever seen is not a medical condition.
The he sits down in front of a piano and wows each and every one of us.
At the time the move is considered a coup for Manchester United by those either without eyes or those who haven't seen Sanchez play for close to a year. They have beaten off competition from rivals Manchester City for his signature, and have won the right to pay him a reported £400,000 a week in the process.
Imagine for a second just how smug Ed Woodward must have been at this time. He would've been beaming. You can imagine him stopping at every mirror he walked past just to look himself in the eye and say: 'You are the man, Ed. You're doing a really great job.'
He probably even treated himself to some champagne and enjoyed a steak and lobster dinner. As he was chewing mercilessly on the well done piece of meat, one can safely assume he was blissfully being unaware that he was about to fall victim to the worst fleecing that English football has seen in a long time.
Sanchez has been criticised for his commitment and his performances at the club, which is frankly ludicrous. At one point or another, we have all been in jobs we didn't like, wishing we were able to earn enormous sums of money for doing the bare minimum. Few of us - unless we're failsons of billionaires - ever actually achieve it.
But Sanchez did. Every single day he gave 110 percent to ensure that he did as little work as possible, and still earned close to £2 million a month. And he did it for 18 months. That's phenomenal by any metric we have.
While (some of) his teammates worked hard, he sat there, presumably with a smug grin on his face waiting for the gravy train to roll up to the station and kick him off.
Finally, he's been kicked off but with a fat wallet and a bulging pocket.
As he settles into life in Italy and as we look back at his time at the club, we should not scold him - whether we are neutral observers or concerned United fans.
We should praise him, for doing what each of us would given half a chance, for setting generations of his family up for life and for showing the entire football world just how delightfully stupid Manchester United have become.Explore more on these topics:
