The massive contract, the neglecting of the rest of the squad for the whole season, kissing Wayne’s gluteal folds in public view, trying to replace the devil on the crest with Rooney’s face, all worth it, as Moyes finally gets the best 90 minutes out of Wayne Rooney for years.
What a joy: Shinji, Juan, and Adnan. Imagine inviting Danny to that party. The football even rubbed off on Ashley Young. And even Fellaini … albeit briefly … if you squinted a bit. The myth Moyes has been trading under that our squad lacks the necessary quality, beyond RVP and Rooney, totally exposed as the misdirection it in fact is.
Even Dez looked like he enjoyed himself for the first time this season for a bit, weighin in with a standard Chich, after missing a textbook Chich. When we inevitably lose him in the summer, to a team who actually value proper goalscorers, I hope I don’t come to resent the ‘C’ celebration; I mean it’s very becoming now, cute even, but …
Almost most enjoyable of all, was Lindegaard’s one-man-show: ‘How to make ordinary saves appear more spectacular, so as to present yourself as a more than adequate replacement for the irreplaceable’ A tour-de-force! Bravo!