Man United owner Sir Jim Ratcliffe Expresses His dissatisfaction over ONE Man United player whom Ten Hag let go for Cheap fee back then
Sir Jim Ratcliffe’s words cut deep for Manchester United supporters, carrying the weight of both truth and regret. Speaking with an air of finality, he admitted that the club let Mason Greenwood go for far less than his true value. “We sold him for a cheap fee,” he reflected. “Right now, he’d be worth more than Šeško or Mbeumo.”
Greenwood’s story began in United’s academy, where he emerged as one of the most gifted young attackers of his generation—quick, sharp, and clinical in front of goal. But instead of being the face of United’s future, he was sold. Now, wearing the colours of Marseille, Greenwood is thriving, a haunting reminder of a talent the club once nurtured and then let slip away.
Šeško’s current valuation sits around €85 million, Mbeumo’s near €75 million—but in Ratcliffe’s view, Greenwood’s present-day market worth would exceed €100 million. The sale, he believes, was not just a financial misstep but a symbolic loss of the club’s footballing identity.
When Greenwood left for Marseille in July 2024, the fee was about €31.6 million (£26.6–£27 million), with a generous 40–50% sell-on clause for United. That arrangement could still bring the club more than £50 million if Marseille eventually cashes in.
Since arriving in France, Greenwood has been nothing short of explosive. Two goals within half an hour on his debut set the tone, followed by a record-equaling brace scored in just 60 seconds. He ended the 2024–25 Ligue 1 campaign as joint top scorer with 21 goals, and Marseille now reportedly value him at around £82 million—three times what they paid.
For Ratcliffe, the regret isn’t just about numbers. It’s about what the club lost in spirit and ambition. Greenwood had been shaped by Manchester United for over a decade, yet was let go in the name of cost-cutting. That decision now stands as a stark lesson: selling homegrown talent cheaply might balance the books temporarily, but it risks eroding the very essence of the club.
Late at night, Ratcliffe imagines himself walking through Old Trafford’s empty stands, pausing at the locker that once bore Greenwood’s name. Saying it out loud—“Mason Greenwood”—feels less like recalling a player and more like mourning what could have been.
