We royally messed up—no two ways about it. I said it at the time, and I said it again afterward. All of those players were there for the taking, and we stood by while PSG had a free run at them. We hesitated. We overthought. And we paid the price.
I banged the drum for Neves—repeatedly—and what was I told? "He’s not at our level." Then, five months later, we turned around and went after Nico González, a clearly inferior player, I like Gonazalez but Neves is so clear of him and it is not even a debate. The logic? Nowhere to be found.
I pushed hard for Kvaratskhelia, and the response? "We already have a better player in Grealish." Seriously? Saying Grealish is better than Kvara is pure nonsense—delusion at its finest. There’s no comparison in impact, creativity, or raw talent.
I pleaded for Hakimi—a perfect fit for our system. Blistering pace, defensive solidity, technical brilliance, and attacking presence. He was made for us. We ignored it.
I screamed for Nuno Mendes when our left-back situation was crumbling. The kid was miles ahead of his peers at his age, and we still didn’t move. Why? Because apparently, we don’t buy left-backs. Unreal.
We made a push for Fabián Ruiz, but Napoli slapped a €100M price tag on him several years ago. Fair enough, that one was out of reach—but what about the rest?
Time and again, I warned: keep buying average, and you’ll get average. And what did I hear? "The board knows what it’s doing and are smarter." Like—what does that even mean? This isn’t about ego or intelligence—it’s about plainly seeing the flaws in the players we’re signing versus the quality of the ones we should’ve gone after.
It’s not hindsight. It’s pattern recognition—and we kept missing sitters. Players that could have been acquired with ease!
We became too cocky and complacent—plain and simple. When you reach the top, that’s not the time to relax or get arrogant. That’s when the real fight begins. Staying at the top takes even more hunger, discipline, and self-awareness than getting there in the first place.
But instead of digging in and pushing forward, we acted like the work was done. We got to the summit—and then we completely shit the bed. The focus faded, the sharpness dulled, and the decisions started slipping. We stopped evolving and started believing our own hype. That’s how dynasties crumble—not because others rise, but because the kings get lazy.