United Road Take Me Home

Football, bloody hell

This particular red didn't follow, follow, follow all the way to Glasgow, nor did I try to compensate by at least being in the required state of being pissed out of my head, so insetad I had to put up with Clive Tyldsley's laughably biased commentary. We were promised a cauldron of noise, a sonic inferno that would reduce the entire United team to quivering lumps of jelly before they'd so much as kicked a ball. Well apparently, Tyldsley was the only one who heard any such thing, judging at least by the way he eulogised the Celtic support even while the only audible crowd noise was the mocking cry of, 'Where's your famous atmosphere ?' from the assembled reds.

As for the game, injustice barely does it merit. Of course we've only got ourselves to blame and those of a recriminatory bent will already be frothing about Copenhagen and the stupidity of resting key players. But, penalty aside, Saha did some wonderful stuff tonight, twisting away from defenders with a range of flicks and shimmies that was frankly brilliant. Wayne was relatively quiet but Ronnie was scorching. Assuming business is done against Benfica the only lingering regret is that the opportunity to put Celtic in their place and underline the gulf in class between us and them was fluffed, and that's what rankles more than anything.

Anyway, 39 quid was automatically deducted from my bank account for what threatened to be an exercise in futility in a fortnight, so at least we're getting a game worth seeing now. And if nothing else we'll go into the Chelsea game simmering with intent and shimmering with brilliance.

posted by Royton Red @ 11:24 PM