Paging Michal Mansfield QC
Worryingly ordinary was the phrase I used in an e-mail, and I’ll stick by it again. Only in so far as it describes United’s current form though, this game itself was anything but ordinary. According to Mr Wenger, United were guilty of playing ‘anti-football’, in other words, unlike their other opponents so far this season, we had the temerity to close them down with vigour and pace rather than stand back and admire the beautiful geometry of their passing. How very unsporting.
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Yes, Darren Fletcher may have been a tad over-exuberant as he clattered into Arshavin, but few objective spectators, can disagree with the fact that Fletcher was once again outstanding and, alongside Rooney, Vidic and Evra, has become one of the few guaranteed starters in the squad.
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Similarly, few objective spectators would find it hard to disagree that United were mightily fortunate to emerge from this game with all three points. At times, one would have felt more than generous. It’s a definite worry. Last time we met Arsenal, we did to them what Barcelona did to us in Rome – utterly annihilated them. Now look at us. A pair of patchy wingers on the flanks, Carrick’s confidence having one of its periodic wobbles, and Giggsy being called on to supply all guile and invention. And the £80 million still sits in the bank. Yeah, right.
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In recent months, the press have reported a thaw in the Fergie/Wenger enmity, but clearly substantial numbers of reds in the ground haven’t studied the memo regarding this. So, inevitably, the embarrassing paedo ditties did the rounds, tarnishing the pleasure we could all take in Wenger mounting the platform above the dug-out.
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It was another dismal day for the United fans. Not content with goading Wenger with school-boy stuff, primed by the media, far too many obligingly booed Eduardo. Why? Have we decided we’re twinned with Celtic again? As United fans do we abhor anything that taints the purity of the beautiful game (apart from calling managers paedophiles of course)? Or, has the buffoon count taken another leap as the hard-core fall away on the back of another price-rise?
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Still, shouldn’t moan. We won, Arsene gave us the weeks second funniest footballing moment – the first being the tubby idiot gambolling across Upton Park giving Millwall players wanker signs – and they played Ian Brown’s new single at half-time again. City’s winning streak – and the aesthetic splendour of their away shirt - can’t spoil any of that.
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Yes, Darren Fletcher may have been a tad over-exuberant as he clattered into Arshavin, but few objective spectators, can disagree with the fact that Fletcher was once again outstanding and, alongside Rooney, Vidic and Evra, has become one of the few guaranteed starters in the squad.
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Similarly, few objective spectators would find it hard to disagree that United were mightily fortunate to emerge from this game with all three points. At times, one would have felt more than generous. It’s a definite worry. Last time we met Arsenal, we did to them what Barcelona did to us in Rome – utterly annihilated them. Now look at us. A pair of patchy wingers on the flanks, Carrick’s confidence having one of its periodic wobbles, and Giggsy being called on to supply all guile and invention. And the £80 million still sits in the bank. Yeah, right.
.
In recent months, the press have reported a thaw in the Fergie/Wenger enmity, but clearly substantial numbers of reds in the ground haven’t studied the memo regarding this. So, inevitably, the embarrassing paedo ditties did the rounds, tarnishing the pleasure we could all take in Wenger mounting the platform above the dug-out.
.
It was another dismal day for the United fans. Not content with goading Wenger with school-boy stuff, primed by the media, far too many obligingly booed Eduardo. Why? Have we decided we’re twinned with Celtic again? As United fans do we abhor anything that taints the purity of the beautiful game (apart from calling managers paedophiles of course)? Or, has the buffoon count taken another leap as the hard-core fall away on the back of another price-rise?
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Still, shouldn’t moan. We won, Arsene gave us the weeks second funniest footballing moment – the first being the tubby idiot gambolling across Upton Park giving Millwall players wanker signs – and they played Ian Brown’s new single at half-time again. City’s winning streak – and the aesthetic splendour of their away shirt - can’t spoil any of that.
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