extraordinary periods in our history was about to begin.” Beyond simply signing a top-class talent, the Reds had snared a man with the mentality and charisma of a champion. Even the manager was taken aback by Cantona’s off-field impact.
At the end of his first training session at The Cliff, Eric asked Sir Alex for two players and a goalkeeper. An extra half-hour was spent with the Frenchman volleying crosses from either side. The next day, half the first team squad stayed for the extra-curricular session. “Many people justifiably acclaimed Cantona as a catalyst who had a crucial impact on our successes,” said the manager, “but nothing he did in matches meant more than the way he opened my eyes to the indispensability of practice.”
A squad who, hitherto, had little tangible success to back up their glaring promise was revitalised. Over a quarter-century of anguish and near-misses was soon a distant memory as the Reds elbowed their way to the head of a three-way tussle for the title alongside Aston Villa and Norwich City. There was even the flourish of champions – seven straight wins to end the season in style.
The winning habit had started and Cantona, chest puffed, collar upturned, was the charismatic face of the new champions. Previously something of a journeyman, the Frenchman had a loving home at last. He had achieved near-divinity with United fans, who saw an edgy visionary which had lived deep within Manchester’s favourite sons, from Best to Bez.