The Devil In Me

When Gallileo first pointed his telescope to the sky and began to observe the stars he is widely reported to have exclaimed “Blackburn away looks pretty tricky.” What he did not say was “Brad Friedal is a git”, which would have been equally accurate. Nostradamus he was not, but were he looking up at the skies yesterday he may well have seen my fist flying by as it clenched the air after Tevez’s late, late goal.

A chap on the Guardian blogs called Didsbury64 wrote this morning about United making us suffer and I wonder if he has ever had a conversation with the Crinkleys. Frankly I do not think that I can take much more of this. Beating Chelsea at Stamford Bridge is looking like more and more of a must and our form is beginning to wobble, four dropped points in the last three league games.

Blackburn were very good yesterday, slightly annoying after they capitulated to Liverpool the previous week, and I am sure that the boffins in Barcelona and London will be studying the tape carefully to see how Ronaldo could be kept so quiet. Newcastle will no doubt roll over and allow Chelsea to tickle them when they go up north and West Ham have started to look like a bogey team the last couple of years. This could indeed go right to the wire.

Can anybody recommend a good place to have a pacemaker fitted?