Marcus Rashford endures journey from hell as Man Utd star's transfer to Barcelona is almost scuppered by OASIS
ROLL WITH IT Marcus Rashford endures journey from hell as Man Utd star's transfer to Barcelona is almost scuppered by OASIS
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MARCUS RASHFORD endured a journey from hell today - after his trip to Barcelona was almost scuppered by Oasis.
The Manchester United striker had hoped to travel by private jet from Manchester airport on Sunday to Spain ahead of a medical today.
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Marcus Rashford was given a journey from hell to Barcelona thanks to Oasis
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The Gallagher brothers booked all private jet space at Manchester airport
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Oasis played their gig at Manchester's Heaton Park as Rashford looked to seal his Barca switch
But officials were unable to give him a slot as the Manchester City-loving brothers Noel and Liam Gallagher had taken up all the space.
Liam is believed to have had a private jet on standby at the airport to take him to his home in the south of France after the band's final gig at Manchester's Heaton Park.
Rashford, 27, and his team of advisors were instead forced to drive 80 miles to East Midlands airport instead.
The player was then delayed an hour before boarding a private jet which was due to land shortly after 8pm on Sunday.
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He is due to undergo a medical on Monday and all being well, seal a season-long loan deal.
A source said: 'Marcus' travel plans were disrupted so it was all a bit stressful but he would have walked to Barcelona to sign for them.
'Noel and Liam can have a laugh that they accidentally put a spanner in the works.'
The private terminal at Manchester airport is also understood to be busy with Oasis fans from around the world jetting in to enjoy the gigs.
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The Sun told in February while Rashford was on loan at Aston Villa how his No 1 target if he was to leave Old Trafford was the Catalan giants.
His team agreed a deal on Thursday that suited both United and Barcelona given the forward would not feature again for United under manager Ruben Amorin.
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Barca will cover 100 per cent of Rashford's £325,000-a-week wages to bring the forward to LaLiga and also have an option to buy.
The deal does not allow United to recall the striker.
United will save £15million in wages, which would be vital funds for Amorim to overhaul his squad.
Rashford hopes to travel with Barcelona when the Spanish club departs this week for its pre-season tour of Asia, which begins next Sunday.
The England international spent the second half of last season on loan at Aston Villa after a move to Spain became too complicated in the January window.
He has remained steadfast that he wanted to move to a club playing Champions League football.
Should the move go to plan and Rashford seal a permanent move next summer, it would end his 20-year association with United.
The United academy product scored 138 goals since his debut in 2015 and has made 426 appearances for the club, the last of which came against Viktoria Plzen in December.
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