Sentiment rarely counts for anything in football.
Sir Alex Ferguson was a master of moving players on when he felt their course was run. And, as David de Gea lay prone on the London Stadium turf watching the ball roll agonisingly towards his empty net, you wonder if this is the final chapter of his career as Manchester United number one.
Said Benrahma's trundling shot should have been meat and drink for the Spaniard but poor positioning, a weak right hand and a slight slip combined to allow the tame effort to breach his defences. As the hosts celebrated, De Gea stood hands on hips, a blade or two of grass on his cheek, gazing up at the London sky looking lost.
