For its first match, they packed out the Kenny Dalglish Stand … unfortunately for them, it was facing the pitch.
Liverpool were poor but Manchester United were so negative, their supporters, after the final whistle, lauded Louis van Gaal like some sort of folklore giant.
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They celebrated the Dutch bluffer, performing media duties on the perimeter path, as though he was a reminder of a more cavalier time.
Which, of course, he isn’t, although at least he had a crack when he came here as manager.
Jose Mourinho made a typically articulate fist of justifying what can be at best described as his team’s conservatism but it did not wash.
He rightly pointed out that Jurgen Klopp’s own lack of adventure contributed to the stalemate but it did not convince.
He insisted this was a match that some people might have found entertaining but it did not register.
This contest was anti-football.
There is only one person who could have found this entertaining and that was Jose himself.
He will probably wake up in a happy lather, dreaming about it, probably have it on a loop in his Lowry Hotel room.
After all, this might be a point that wins him the title.
There were mitigating circumstances. In these type of matches, Paul Pogba’s ability to turn defence into attack is sorely missed and, don’t forget, this is a United team that had averaged three goals a game in their opening seven fixtures.
And the onus to make the offensive running is always on Liverpool at Anfield, especially as their need of three points was particularly urgent.
Klopp, as Mourinho pointed out, sent on three attacking substitutes but took three attacking players off.
It is a relevant observation.
Yet this is Manchester United we are talking about.
Surely, there has to be more adventure than this? Surely, the wave of confidence that has swept them up this season must allow them to take the odd risk against an underwhelming Liverpool?
Instead, Anthony Martial doubled up as a full-back, ditto Ashley Young.
For most of the time, it was defensive banks of four and five and good luck Romelu with whatever gets spat your way.
It was grimly attritional but nothing unexpected.
In two matches as United manager at Anfield, Mourinho’s team has managed just two shots on target.
Since taking over at Old Trafford, in half a dozen away Premier League matches against the rest of the Big Six, Mourinho’s record reads: Won 0, Drawn 3, Lost 3, Goals Scored 1, Goals Conceded 8.
That’s right. In two visits to Anfield and one each to Stamford Bridge, the Etihad, the Emirates and White Hart Lane, Mourinho’s United have scored just ONCE.
And for those United followers tipsy on the early-season goal binge, that is a stark reminder of the way Mourinho operates.
You have seen it for just over a season and despite the flying opening to this campaign, Mourinho is not going to change.
Make no mistake, you will see this again at the Etihad, again at Stamford Bridge, again at the Emirates, he will probably try it at Tottenham’s temporary home.
Make no mistake, Mourinho would be happy with a point at each of those venues.
That is the sort of coach he is and if this performance and approach changed anybody’s perspective on Mourinho, they have been hibernating for a long time.
His team sit second and unbeaten after eight matches, that is all that matters to him.
All that matters to him is giving himself the best chance to sit on top of the pile next May.
This, he believes, is the best way of doing it.
To United romantics, it is ugly. To impartial purists, it is dull. To those in the Kenny Dalglish Stand, it was frustrating.
But this is what Jose does and anyone who thinks he will ever do otherwise is a dreamer.
