Manchester United are circling.
After a season shadowed by inconsistency and an 18th Premier League defeat—this time at the hands of Chelsea—United’s ambitions remain stubbornly alive.
A Europa League final against Spurs is now their only path to Champions League redemption. And behind the curtain, moves are being made.
Fabrizio Romano has confirmed what many suspected: Matheus Cunha is on the brink. Ruben Amorim wants him. The player knows it. The deal isn’t done, but it’s in motion.
United are preparing to lock down personal terms in the coming days before entering negotiations with Wolves over how to split the cost.
This isn’t fantasy. It’s necessity.
United’s final third has grown stale. Overreliant on Bruno Fernandes, lacking spark when he sits. Cunha brings more than numbers—though the numbers are telling. Seventeen goals. Six assists. Thirty-four matches. Each action purposeful. Each movement sharp.
He dribbles with danger. Two successful take-ons per match. He sees things early—thirteen big chances created this season, just two shy of Bruno himself. He works, he presses, he recovers.
There’s steel in the flair.
He’s not Garnacho. Not Diallo. He’s something different. A man forged in pressure. And now, he could be the engine United need behind Fernandes. A partnership of chaos and control.
Cunha’s £63 million release clause stands tall. But United may look to spread the cost. They’re willing to overpay slightly. Not for hype—but for hope. For progress. For a man who fits.
This isn’t just another signing.
This is the start of something.