City 0 – 1 United

The game that at various points of the season wasn’t sure whether it was going to be the title decider or not, has ended up being just that and then some, almost.

This effed up season has been so inappropriately and unabashedly wonderful at points, that soon the universe will run out of superlatives and we’ll have to resort to simply coming up with the most convoluted puns imagined to describe what on earth is going on … oh.

I still feel that whatever happens on Monday, the season, especially in light of what’s been going on up to this point, could take another turn. As much as many football scripts will have pre-empted a Tevez inspired victory over us clinching the title, I’ve read one that sees Sparky giving City an almighty hoof in their sensitive areas on the last day with QPR.

I’m going to go with a boring 0-1 because sometimes what tends to happen is the game that everyone expects to be an earth-shattering humdinger is nothing more than the tetchy maneuverings of a terrified bunch of ill-fated corpses, more afraid to make the first mistake than force it from the opposition. It will be no less tense either way.

There’s no doubt there will be more than a whiff of controversy and a healthy dollop of angst and of course there’s always room for one of THOSE moments (like the Rooney overhead – I wonder how many times Sky will show that over the next couple of days?).

We’re really spoilt with games like this.

Goal: Carrick (Why not!)