Football analysis by Mark Payne
I didn’t see the game but I am frankly astonished by the scoreline. I thought that there was absolutely no way in hell we would emerge from this victory with anything other than a defeat.
The stabbings appall me, this is not Millwall and it is not the nineteen seventies, World Champs or not the Italians have got to get their act together with this stuff and as far as I concerned Roma and their ultras are a bunch of scumbags. I hope we never meet them again.
Few things give me more pleasure than being able to travel to Old Trafford for the match with the group of elder statesmen United fans whom I refer to as The Crinkleys. The Crinkleys were on better form than both the Reds and the weather. I got complete the experience with extra knowledge that you just can’t do without. For example did you know that United have never lost a home game after being four nil up? You do now, yet you have learnt this without having to experience the man with omnipotent knowledge of our fair team. Lucky you.
It was pretty lacklustre from our boys today and talk was centred around Wes ‘the contract rebel’ Brown’s suicidal unsigning of document. He will, I am sure, enjoy Sunderland very much indeed. Old Trafford looked like a pond with all of the rain on it and I think you just about forgive them for not lighting the blue touch paper in those conditions. It should be noted that the move for Giggsie’s century had a bout twenty passes in it and was the child of never say die work from men called Evra and Anderson.
In Anderson the Crinkleys have new favourite, in Tevez I have one also. These guys look like they will die for the shirt and to all intents and purposes that makes them United.
He dived. Hate to say it, but he did. I will forgive him if he destroys Liverpool next week
Ronaldo, Ronaldo, diving and Ronaldo. By heck he can play but do I have to spend every saturday night defending him in the pub from people who say he dives?