The Devil In Me

All of this ‘United are perrenial slow starters’ business is utter nonsense. The season before last we began by putting five past Fulham, it was completely neccessary that year because of Mourinho’s presence. Scholari’s Chelsea remains an unknown quantity but nonetheless it was time for us to put our scoring boots on.

This fixture usually goes one of two ways for us, either a romping four nil victory or a frustrating afternoon when they nick a late goal. As the game wore on I feared this may fall into the latter category.

Oh deary me. That penalty was extremely embarrassing, we should be better than that. The main problem with this sort of thing is that it is not the players, or even the referees who bear the brunt. It is us fans who have to put up with the angry accusations of opposing fans.

The second goal was a work of art, great to see Rooney responding to being dropped, but no-one will remember it and all we will have to do is kop grief for the ref’s decision.

I was vaguely happy to see Gary Neville attempt a ludicrous 20 yard shot with his left foot early in the game. As it sailed past Halley’s Comet and off into the cosmos I felt confident he was close to returning to the player he once was.

Thirty million pounds is a lot of money, when do we start asking questions of Berba?