The Devil In Me

The world seems to be a different place after this weekend. Usually the onset of friday afternoon accompanies huge swathes of relief and relaxation which gently carry us into the calm of saturday and sunday. But this football fan busines is causing me all sorts of stress at the moment. It is no exagerration to say that I aged approximately a decade during a two hour period on saturday and I expect more over the coming weeks.

Courtesy of Jono our term du jour is ‘bananaskin’ and he has rightly spotted another one coming up in the shape of Blackburn. With foresight like this I wonder if history would have been re-written had there been a Callaway on the Titanic’s lookout deck. The Lancashire sheep are certainly no mugs and Roque Santa Cruz is a player that can unsettle a Vidic-free defence.

Fortunately the nouveau London pinstripe brigade have managed to pile the pressure on themselves. Heskey for England. Alas, I fear Everton are a team deflated and that Chelsea will dispatch them fairy easily, Everton may yet relinquish fifth to an in form Portsmouth.

So again it is down to winning at the Bridge, I honestly believe that if we do this that there can be no debate over who wins the title. The bananaskin in this equation is Nou Camp sized and sandwiched around that fixture. Europe I fear, rests on the squad juggling of certain Mister Ferguson. For the sake of our health I hope he gets it right.