
This is the point where I usually do a thing about JOS, or perhaps Wesley, scoring an own goal, but instead this time I’ve just decided to reference doing that as a way of padding out the introduction. I don’t think JOS is fit anyway, and so Wesley is our only hope … he is, as it goes, due one.
The same words that don’t mean anything; arranged into the same sentences, and paragraphs. This is what Moyes has done to me: stripped me of the ability to enjoy repeating myself endlessly. He probably didn’t give me this absolute stinker of a cold virus I’ve had for the past three weeks, but I’ll make it my business to find a way to make it his fault.
Perversely, as we’re not playing at LOLd Trafford, we’ll probably do alright. If Adnan plays, I fully expect him to score another jazzer against them, ‘cus football works like this.
Prediction: 2-3. Danny with his customary two. These are testing times and so off the back of a 1-2, 1-2, I going 2-3. I don’t geddit.