Jesse started again, officially, on January 29th 2021, when he reunited with former Manchester United boss David Moyes just before the close of the transfer window.
It was almost seven months on from his last Premier League goal, when he scored for United in the 98th minute against Leicester City. That goal was his only one of the entire campaign. However, the eyes of social media did not see that goal, and the obvious relief seen on the face of Jesse Lingard, as a potential renaissance. Instead, they remained fixed on the story of a number of people who had actually placed money on Lingard to not score or assist for the entire 2019/20 season.
What almost no one knew, bar those inside Manchester United, was the personal troubles Jesse was facing at this time. In an interview with Presenting… earlier this year, Lingard said: ‘There were some days where I used to have a game at 8pm and we'd go to the hotel in the afternoon. I'd sleep from two until four, shut my curtains in the dark, and then wake up in the dark, and you don't get any sunlight. I didn’t want to play because my mind wasn’t there, I wasn’t focused at all. I was thinking about other things and obviously bottling it all up; trying to play football, you can’t do it.’
The truth about Lingard’s personal issues was later released as part of the BBC #SoundOfSupport campaign, when he revealed his mother had been suffering with depression and he was taking care of his younger siblings, who were 12 and 15-years-old at the time, as well as his young daughter. The difficulties go beyond just the impact of his physical performance and onto the mental strength that it takes to steer your family through such times at the age of 27.
He is happy now. But the smile you see today, the smile you’ve always seen cuddled behind his fingers in the signature ‘J Lingz’ celebration, is a reminder of the value of using your voice when you’re suffering. The positive impact of speaking, sharing and never giving up even when things are at their most difficult.
“The memories of the night before joining [West Ham], bloody hell,” he smiles, as his voice cracks through the echoes of relief. “The deal was on, then off and then on, then off. When I was being told, me and my brother were crying in the cinema room. I knew I needed to go play football and for a point it looks like I wasn’t going to.
“Eventually we got it over the line and that drive down to London was the moment. My brother just kept relaying ‘trust me you’ll smash it.’ That small moment changed it all, it gave me that confidence and energy to do well.”