United 4 - 1 Middlesbrough
I am not a statistician, nor am I a mathematician, I am barely even a gambling man. The sequence of United’s results this year has been weird. Several one nils have become several four scores and now we are all happy, but of course we are.
The quality of goals one and, particularly, three was truly stupendous in this game and now we can all shut up and agree with Fergie that Tevez and Rooney can play together. There have even been cries the length and breadth of the land to start lauding the football that ourselves and Arsenal are playing as not only the best thing since sliced bread, but perhaps the entire reason for life itself. Sure.
I am happy that we are playing nice football, goodness knows it has irked me we have not, and I am happy that we are winning comfortably. But Arsenal still having an advantage bothers me, memories of us hitting great form early in a season and then petering out bother me. And Paul Scholes being out indefinitely should bother us all.
Yes this is grand stuff at the moment, but if I started celebrating before there were any trophies in the cabinet I would not be a United fan, in fact I would be a pretty lousy sports fan all round. Football is at its best when you are winning matches that matter in the month of May. The Arsenal game is going to be interesting.