Yaya and Jesus help lead Manchester City to blue heaven as they destroy United in demolition derby
Manchester City 4 - 1 Manchester United: Fans watched and winced for David Moyes’ new £27.5m signing Marouane Fellaini, chasing Jesus Navas across the sun-dappled turf a little after 5pm on yesterday afternoon, arms pumping like pistons but legs not responding, you wondered how he could conceivably have cost his club £3m more than Yaya Touré did City.
Fellaini’s discussion, a few weeks ago, of how he did not fear occupying the space Roy Keane once took came in response to questions and was not him volunteering the name, though this display took us so far from Keane’s days that you almost gave thanks that an ITV studio was not overlooking the match .
Fellaini had given up the ghost by the time Navas crossed for Sergio Aguero to unravel the volley which sent City 4-0 up.
Navas is famed for clocking 10.8 seconds for the 100 metres in pre-season tests at Seville. The player once broke a running machine at his old La Liga club. Yesterday it was Manchester United players that he left knackered.
Meanwhile others in red delivered less than Fellaini in a performance which was more dismal than the 6-1 Old Trafford defeat of two years ago – a scoreline exaggerated by Ferguson’s players ambitiously advancing to chase a losing cause.
You wondered, when you watched Ashley Young squander the ball to allow City’s counter-attacking fourth, how he can find a way back. But these 90 minutes pose the question of what Fellaini will do for others. “He’ll help our great players get better by giving them more freedom,” Moyes said a few weeks back.
If the vision was of Michael Carrick advancing to display more ambition and range then it was a forlorn hope. Both Moyes’ holding players were reduced to short, squat, square passes.
It was for Wayne Rooney, chief cook, bottle washer and the only player worthy of the name “champion”, to drift back to do the job that Ander Herrera would have done had United only signed him from Athletic Bilbao on transfer-deadline night. The extra £6m which Moyes deemed too great that night would have been peanuts for a midfield player capable of liberating United from this.
And with every passing moment of Fellaini’s struggle, Touré looked like a player for whom Barcelona had got the digits mixed up when they sold him for £24m.
He is advancing forward far earlier, in a way that we did not see before Roberto Mancini left the building and Fernandinho walked in, and looks like a 15-goal-a-season player because of it. There have been six in each of his last two seasons. Yesterday’s poke was his fourth.
He took 50 seconds to display his brooding intent, barging in between Rooney and Fellaini with his head. And then there were the pace, the touch, the two great feet and the qualities of a juggernaut. Touré is utterly impossible to dislodge when he has the ball at his feet and is running.
A minor cameo on the penalty area D with City already a goal ahead tells the story. Touré took the ball on his right instep, flipped it up and laid it back for a speculative shot which went astray. Are there any other 6ft 4in players in football capable of a pass so cute as that?
The contribution of Vincent Kompany was, if anything, even greater – perverse though it may sound for a game dominated so entirely by City’s offensive players. The way he dislodged Rooney’s head protector in the first half was accidental though entirely symbolic.
He hustled Rooney, watched him get booked and was then City’s quiet creator as they purred into top gear. Kompany’s part in the fourth – delivering the first pass, and progressing on the forward run to take out the defenders who were tracking back – was just one contribution.
Nasri is also liberated from the torture of playing for Mancini, as his role in the first goal revealed: half a dozen rapid touches, Nasri nudging the ball this way and that, rolling it under his studs and flicking it with his instep for Aleksandar Kolarov to spear the cross, which Aguero volleyed in.
But the abiding image was Fellaini, passing the ball straight to Touré in the game’s 78th minute and allowing him again to fire the counter-attacking engine which enabled Edin Dzeko, a substitute, to level the shot which David de Gea almost conspired to fumble over his line.
“Very good,” Touré’s manager, Manuel Pellegrini, said of his display – a grey word for a performance which wrote colour across the day.