There are players you watch.
There are players you rate.
Then there are players the game respects before it knows why.
When Diego Maradona Jr. says
“If my father was God, McTominay is Jesus”
you pay attention.
Not because it is literal.
Because it rings true.
Scott McTominay is one of the good lads.
Lancaster. Grounded. No act. Just football.
I grew up a mile from him.
Before the headlines. Before Manchester United.
You heard his name.
Watch this lad.
A local barber in Lancaster who stocked Hairbond used to say Scott got his haircut there and always went for Hairbond Shaper Toffee.
That is how early it started.
Then the system nearly missed him.
Too small.
That was the call.
He stayed.
He built himself.
He forced his way in.
Then he delivered.
FA Cup winner.
League Cup winner.
Europa League finalist.
Trusted when it mattered.
Earned.
I saw him at Heysham.
No cameras.
No fuss.
Time with kids.
That tells you what he is.
People misread him.
He is not safe.
He is not basic.
He changes games.
Late runs. Big goals. Hard duels. Carries the ball when others hide.
He makes things happen.
Then he goes to SSC Napoli.
It sharpens.
Serie A champion.
Supercoppa winner.
Named MVP.
That is not a squad player.
That is a driver.
With Scotland national football team, he steps up.
Goals. Presence. No hiding.
Leaving United was not failure.
It was freedom.
Now the game is catching up.
So ask it straight.
If a player wins titles, wins MVP, and shows up in big moments
why is he not in the Ballon d’Or conversation
He should be.
Not for hype.
For impact.
Football does not miss players like McTominay.
It just takes time to admit it was wrong.