Remember this guy? Remember how much we used to fancy him - last summer, and the summer before...and the summer before? Remember how much he and United used to flirt and frolic at the dreamy notion of him playing at Old Trafford? An almost Shakespearean tale of one man's shared love for a team that somehow never seemed to come into fruition. So strong was this 'one day my sweet' status of this love affair, he somehow always felt like our player.
Well, now no one cares. Inter Milan - nine points away from top spot - don't want him and he's conveniently decided that he'd NOW like to move to the Premier League, please. Yet while we opted to buy his international team-mate last summer instead of meeting Inter's absurd demands - which, I think, worked out ok..? - poor old Wesley has been reduced to bit-part player, largely due to a (unsurprising) contract battle with his club.
A United legend is what he could've been, the one to finally fill the Ronaldo void, yet now the closest he'll come to touching the red of United is when Rafael clatters him during our trip to bottom placed QPR in February; the only Premier League side he has been officially 'offered' to.