United Road Take Me Home

It’s all got a bit dark there for a while didn’t it? Needless to say about thirty minutes into the Arsenal game and all thoughts of renouncing my season ticket had utterly evaporated. It just goes to show that however much you think you’ve dosed yourself with a healthy sense of balance to offset the powerful gusts of hype that could convince any football fan that every single game is a matter of absolute life and death, you’re always at risk.

Viewed from today’s perspective the Derby is a still a memory that I don’t care to dwell on (perhaps that’s why so many dashed out early to get the scarves on e-bay and erase the painful memories?), but it no longer contaminates my every United related thought.

Better instead to dwell on that sumptuous performance against Arsenal, the aplomb with which Carrick is firing passes across the pitch like Scholes in his pomp, and the majestic, peerless presence of Rooney, the sole reason why I think I could never walk away as long as he’s pulling on a red shirt.

Him and Benzema up front together next year? How much do you want, Malcolm? Bargain.