Completely agree.
The longer they go on denying that they are in serial decline ("But . . . but . . . but we're MANCHESTER UNITED!!", they stammer, incredulously) . . . and the longer they think they have a "Manchester United way" (hint: it was a Ferguson way, you dipshits, and he's GONE) . . . the more they will heap money in desperation at the "problem" in an attempt to quick-fix it.
But it ISN'T a quick fix. EVERYTHING is broken, except the marketing machine and the brand, which sooner or later are going to break too if they don't win. And therein lies the rock and hard place they are betwixt.
They need to break down the side. They need a new, young, tough, vibrant manager whom they give time to, and resources, and whom they are patient with, even if it means a few years -- or more -- of wandering in the desert.
They need to sell off nearly everyone -- because nearly everyone on the side is either old, overpaid, a showboat or a donkey (in some cases all four at once) and let said manager build the side HIS way, to a plan, to a SYSTEM.
They need a DoF, because it sure as fuck ain't Woodward.
They need an Academy since I'm sure it's embarrassing getting tonked by City's U14s by 8 goals.
And -- very important -- they need to SELL THE VISION WITHOUT THE WINS while they reconstruct to their fan base, because plenty of the 659 million will get frustrated and glom onto someone else who IS winning if they don't.
But . . .
They won't. They CAN'T. They are the proverbial rich man from the parable, who cannot give away all he owns to the poor, can't put on sackcloth and sandals, and can't say goodbye to his loved ones and follow Jesus to get into heaven. It's hard to change. And it's hard to change EVERYTHING.
They aren't getting into heaven, folks.
As such, they will continue to decline, year after year, season after season as the rot and the mold eats at them. And eventually the money withers away too.
Or . . . the Glazers sell to someone who will make all this happen. Eventually, they will. And that . . . THAT is the real worry.
But until then . . . revel in their pain, laugh at their decline, drink to their denial and blindness, and enjoy every morsel of suffering they go through.
Because those motherfuckers DESERVE it.