Picture this: a smiling Rasmus Højlund in a Napoli shirt. Next, place that with a sad-looking the Slovenian forward in a Manchester United kit, looking as if he just missed a sitter. Don't bother locating a real picture of that miss; background information is your adversary. Then, add statistics in a big, comical font. Don't forget the emojis. Post it across all platforms.
Would you point out that Højlund's tally includes scores in the Champions League while Sesko isn't playing in continental tournaments? Of course not. And will you highlight that four of Højlund's goals came against weaker national sides, or that Denmark is far superior to Slovenia and creates many more scoring opportunities. You manage social media for a large outlet, raw engagement is what pays the bills, Manchester United are the biggest draw, and context is the thing to avoid.
So the wheel of online material spins. Your next task is to scan a lengthy podcast with the legendary goalkeeper and extract the part where he calls the signing of Sesko "weird". Just before, where Schmeichel qualifies his comments by saying, "Nothing negative to say about Benjamin Sesko"... yes, cut that. No one wants that. Simply ensure "strange" and "Sesko" appear together in the title. People will be outraged.
The heart of fall has traditionally one of my preferred periods to watch football. Leaves fall, the wind turns, the teams and tactics are still fresh, everything is new and yet everything is beginning to form. The stars of the season ahead are staking their claims. The transfer window is closed. Nobody is mentioning the multiple trophies yet. All teams are in contention. At this precise point, all is possibility.
However, for similar reasons, mid-autumn has also been one of my most disliked times to consume news on football. Because although nothing has yet been settled, something must always be getting settled. Jack Grealish is reborn. The German talent has been a crushing disappointment. Could Semenyo be the best player in the league right now? We need a decision now.
And for numerous reasons, Sesko feels like the archetype in this context, a player inextricably trapped between football's opposing, non-negotiable forces. The imperative to withhold final conclusions, allowing layers of technical texture and tactical sophistication to mature. And the demand to produce permanent definitive judgment, a conveyor belt of takes and jokes, context-free condemnations and pointless contrasts, a puzzle that can not truly be circled.
I do not propose to provide a in-depth analysis of Sesko's stint at United so far. He has started on four occasions in the Premier League in a wildly inconsistent team, found the net twice, and taken a grand total of 116 touches. What exactly are we analysing? And do I propose to duplicate the pundits' seminal masterwork "The Sesko Debate", in which two of England's leading pundits duel passionately on a popular show over whether he needs 10 goals to be deemed successful this season (Neville), or whether it's really more like 12 or 13 (the other).
For all this I loved watching him at Leipzig: a powerful, fast racing car of a forward, playing in a team ideally suited to his abilities: given the freedom to attack but also the leeway to miss. And in part this is why Manchester United feels like the most unforgiving place he could possibly be right now: a place where "harsh judgments" are handed down in roughly the duration it takes to load a short advertisement, the club with the widest and most pitiless gulf between the time and air he needs, and the time and air he is likely to receive.
There was a case of this during the international break, when a widely shared chart conveniently stated that Sesko had been deemed – by a wide margin – the poorest acquisition of the recent market by a poll of football representatives. And of course, the media are by no means alone in such behavior. Club channels, influencers, anonymous X accounts with a suspiciously high number of pornbot followers: all parties with skin in the game is now essentially operating along the same principles, an ecosystem explicitly geared for provocation.
Endless scrolling and tapping. What are we doing to us? Do we realize, on some level, what this infinite stream of irritation is doing to our brains? Quite apart from the inherent strangeness of being a player in the middle of it all, aware on some surreal butterfly-effect level that each aspect about them is now basically material, commodity, public property to be repackaged and traded.
Indeed, partly this is because it's Manchester United, the corpse that keeps nourishing the cycle, a big club that must constantly be generating the big feelings. However, in part this is a seasonal affliction, a pendulum of opinion most clearly and harshly observed at this time of year, about a month after the window has closed. Throughout the summer we have been coveting players, eulogising them, drooling over them. Now, just a few weeks in, a lot of those very players are now being disdained as broken goods. Should we start to worry about a new signing? Was Arsenal's purchase of Viktor Gyökeres necessary? What was the purpose of Randal Kolo Muani?
It seems fitting that he meets Liverpool on Sunday: a team simultaneously 13 months unbeaten at home in the league and somehow in their own situation of feverish crisis, like filing a missing person’s report on a person who went to the store half an hour ago. Too open. Mohamed Salah finished. Alexander Isak waste of money. Arne Slot losing his hair.
Maybe we have failed to understand the way the storyline of football has begun to supplant football itself, to inflect the way we view it, an entire sport reoriented around discussion topics and immediate responses, an activity that occurs in the backdrop while we scroll through our devices, unable to detach from the saline drip of opinions and more takes. It may be Sesko taking the hit at present. But in a way, we're all losing a part of the experience here.
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