1) Hards pitches equals wins.

2) Cement over Old Trafford pitch.

3) ??????

4) Profit.

5. Song for Mkhitaryan (to tune of Englishman in New York by Classic the Sting)

Whoa-oh, Mkhitaryan

Henrik Mkhitaryan,

He’s Mkhitaryan he’s not Dwight Yorke

(OR ‘he’s shy and retiring when he talks’.) feel free to award me Grammys and such.

6. Damn you. Really been struggling to find a song for him.

7. When it comes to songs it’s just me and Randy Newman left.

8) *ahem* And I think it’s gonna be a long, long time

Til touchdown brings me round again to find

I’m not the man they think I am at home

Oh, no, no, no Mkhitaryan.

9. Classic Beat It.

10) ffs you two pricks could’ve piped up weeks ago. I’ve got a list of like 30 fucking songs that swap Bailly for Baby.

11. I feel we’ve gone off message.

12. Your face has gone of messa

13. Hope you both get rickets for Christmas.

14. Now can’t stop singing:

I saw my Bailly

Crying hard as babe could cry

What could I do?

My Bailly’s love had gone

And left my Bailly blue

Nobody knew

but in a perfect Bowie voice. You’d never know it was me.

15. Who is this?

IWAN (@IwanLehnert) :

I blame my headphones breaking this morning for the fact I had a full forty minute walk to work to mull over pretty much every aspect of Saturday’s match for what felt like the third time. Fair play, I’ve checked and the world didn’t end. What probably made it all feel worse was that, barring the large lapse in concentration that led to Dempsey’s winner, United’s second half performance was a glimpse of what we know our club is capable of when they put the effort in. In the spirit of looking forward, let’s keep it brief;

Dissecting Spurs Saturday

*Starting Carrick, Scholes and Giggs with the likes of Lennon and Bale starting back was suicidal.

* 4-5-1 or 4-3-3, whatever formation you like that involves a single striker, it does not properly work for us. I’ve hated it for years and time hasn’t sweetened it. We have four strikers and few decent central midfielders, so why bother playing to our weakness?

*Rooney and Van Persie probably aren’t going to hit it off like Cole and Yorke did in September 1998, as evidenced by the fact that they kept trying to play the “No, I Want To Score!” game instead of being a bit more patient and generous with each other. It’ll come, though.

*Nani needs a fire under his backside more often. His crossing was still wayward, and he still makes those crazy shots that go into row ZZZ when he needs to keep calm and look for options, but he’s not half as appalling as people have been suggesting.

*That’s 5 out of 6 league games we’ve fallen behind in this season. If we keep fobbing the lead off each week then it’s going to come back and bite us in the backside.

Brett:

So, it wasn’t something I ate.

You don’t have to attend every after match reaction post you’re invited to, so I’m keeping this brief – This result was coming (and besides I pretty much talked about most of what happened in the pre-match bit, but in a different tense. Kind of.)

We’re not in terrible shape, we’ve had a few injuries to deal with which has meant Fergie has been extra “testing” with his team selections. Slow starters – remember? We’re slow starters. (Is it still the start? Just.)

Good stuff: Kagawa’s goal was a beauty.  Rooney looked sharp.

Good/Bad Stuff: Scholesy is still about our best player.

Misc Stuff: Nani is Nani is Nani is Nani (Have I said that before? If not – why not?).

MOTM: AVB

“Things shake most just before a breakthrough”

I love it when a plan comes together

As gunshots rang out and ricocheted across Villa Park, a figure with his pants around his ankles, waddled clumsily into the back of the waiting getaway car.  The tyres screeched away as 12.6 million pounds spilled from the inside of the cab and was hurriedly gathered by the bumbling villa-gers, and thus setting in motion one of the single most incredible achievements in English footballing history.  Dwight Yorke was now a Manchester United player, the fee in old money would have represented a lot more nowadays, had the economic downturn not belittled our currency and deflated the value of the pound to something equivalent to hamster cage liner, and he was considered a bit of a gamble.  The rest of this introductory paragraph is no more real than the stuff you read in the tabs, but has nothing on the real story that was to follow.

It was the beginning of the 1998-99 season and a protracted metaphorical cloud hung just above the interminable literal clouds over Manchester.  Before organised religions had rubber stamped their dogma all over the worship of celestial bodies, it was generally considered that the Sun was God: the life-giver, the energy source for all of nature’s wonders.  In May 1997 Manchester United Football Club had been plunged into darkness, and stripped of its biology, by the retirement of one of its chief deities.  The following season, bereft of their omnipotent one, they were now also without the accustomed omnipresence of silverware.  A bit much?  It’s titled a fairytale, go with it.

Towards the end of the previous season, the fledglings were becoming more than capable of fending for themselves.  The introduction of Jaap Stam had potentially shored up a defence that had, in previous seasons, begun to creak under the weight of its combined catheters.  If only there was an adequate clichéd analogy to describe how there was a missing piece – like when you’re trying to complete a puzzle, say, a jigsaw – then I could use it to describe how we were lacking something up front.

Andy Cole *blah blah Andrew Cole arf arf* was filling part of the hole left by Eric in his own inimitable style.  Initially, at times, he was Laurel or Hardy, the weight of expectation was a piano, and the journey towards success was a set of wooden stairs.  Having arrived from Newcastle a few years previously with the reputation of a bright star, we had come to realise on closer inspection – as the Universe dictates – that stars shine brightest when they are on the verge of collapse.  Andy Cole had got to work trying to prove the faith Fergie had shown in him was misplaced and was rewarded when United attempted to offload him in exchange for Alan ‘Alan Shearer’ Shearer.  It wasn’t until he’d had his legs removed by Neil Ruddock and sewn back on the right way round by our Franken-Scientists (that one’s for you Hargo!), that he’d started to look very much like the player we thought we’d bought.  With this, he still managed to cut a lonely figure at times.

Don’t get too excited, the next paragraph is about me

Teddy Sheringham had arrived from Spurs with the more pointed intention of stepping into the physical and emotional vacuum created by the departing Eric.  Although there were parallels in their playing styles, it wasn’t as simple as replacing the irreplaceable with what you perceive might work as a replacement, hence the term, innit.  When not initially aggravating Roy Keane with every sinew of his being, Teddy spent most of his time stamping his feet and generally harrumphing in the direction of Andy Cole.  The much maligned rift between them was a point of weakness within the squad.  Hatred, or a strong dislike, is always the externalisation of the negative traits within the hater and rarely a genuine fault of the hated it is directed towards.  The more the animosity between the two grew, the weaker the team would become as a result (despite their view to the contrary that they just, “got on with it”).

Solskjaer, the child-dialled terrorist (the marketing team were still at the drawing board, brain-storming his nickname), had arrived the year before Tedward and was busy working away behind the scenes developing his support act, and creating a range of crocheted cushions for protecting what was to become the most hard-wearing posterior for the most celebrated bench warmer the Premier League would ever see.

Teddy Sheringham needed a distraction from his burgeoning hatred of Andy Cole, Andy Cole needed love. Solskjaer needed just one more nudge down the pecking order and the team needed a lift.

I’m not suggesting that the players were emotionally inept before the arrival of Dwight Yorke, or that they weren’t capable of great things, but with the bastions of the drinking culture long gone, everything had got a bit pasta and fish, a bit, bed before 9pm, a bit well … serious.  One of the enduring aspects of Dwight Yorke’s presence in the squad was how his infectious positivity appeared to rub off on those around him.  None more so than Andy Cole.

I don’t think anyone noticed, because it certainly hasn’t been mentioned enough already, but Dwight Yorke and Andy Cole formed a partnership and it was incredibly good.  It didn’t have defenders cowering at the thought of them every single time they took to the pitch, as the hyperbole may have you believe, but when it worked it was a thing of beauty. The step-over combination with the one-two – their trademark if you will – was, if you’ll pardon the excuse to crowbar in the title (that is barely being referred to at all), the stuff of fairytales.

We have to look our best at all times. Now, Andy have you tucked your shirt in?

The thing is, Dwight Yorke was a very gifted footballer and maybe because of his late development, never really afforded the respect for that, that he may have deserved. But his greatest gift to United in many respects was in offering Andy Cole a friendship within the squad; and in doing so bringing out in him an arguably more gifted player than himself. You don’t need me to regale you with stories of how the season turned out, just put ‘Manchester United Treble’ into Google and knock yourself out.

Somewhat unfortunately, with regards to his lasting legacy at the club, he also brought with him the very thing Fergie was constantly battling to keep at spitting distance: the paps.  It’s the salacious gossip that is attached with a permanent asterisk alongside the mention of Dwight Yorke’s name that could more than likely consign the memory of his United career to the box-file titled ‘Characters’ (as if such a thing exists).  He is ultimately much more than that.  In my eyes he was the catalyst for something that we are very privileged to have witnessed as fans of Manchester United.

The day Dwight Yorke signed was just a day when a footballer wrote his name on a bit of paper, in the same way he would have practised since he was child.  The day and event of him partaking in that act, in and of itself then, actually quite mundane – not something you would have set the video up for.  The events that transpired as a direct consequence, are far more befitting of the title I started with.

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To get you feeling all snuggly warm and Christmassy, here’s a special rendition of a Christmas classic sung by two ex-Manchester United players whose on field partnership was so imbued with the true meaning of Christmas that they shared everything off the field too!

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Here’s the fairytale of a Christmas party gone by!

Unfortunately, for legal reasons we are unable to reveal the indentities of the two ex-Manchester United players, the details of their movements on that night or the identities of the other people(s) involved.

We’ve also taken the added precaution of removing any obscene language … well, it’s Christmas, you have to think of the children!

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It was Christmas Eve (name removed on legal advice),
In the (venue removed on legal advice)
 (name removed on legal advice) said to me, won’t see (name removed on legal advice).
And then (profanity removed on legal advice) a (profanity removed on legal advice).

The (description of sexual act removed on legal advice),
I turned my (body part removed on legal advice) away,
And dreamed about (profanity removed on legal advice)!

Got on a (profanity removed on legal advice),
Came in (sexual act removed on legal advice),
I’ve got a (body part removed on legal advice).

This (body part removed on legal advice) for (name removed on legal advice) and (name removed on legal advice)!
So happy Christmas,
I love (sexual act removed on legal advice).
I can see a (body part removed on legal advice),
When all our (body parts removed on legal advice) come (sexual act removed on legal advice).

They’ve got (body part removed on legal advice)
big as (name removed on legal advice),
They’ve got (body part removed on legal advice)
of (profanity removed on legal advice).

But the (body part removed on legal advice) goes right through (name removed on legal advice),
It’s no place for the (sexual act removed on legal advice).
When you first took my (body part removed on legal advice),
on a cold Christmas Eve,

You promised me
 (sexual act removed on legal advice)
was waiting for me!

♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫

You were (sexual act removed on legal advice)!

You were (sexual act removed on legal advice)!

(profanity removed on legal advice) of (place name removed on legal advice) City!

When the  (profanity removed on legal advice) finished (sexual act removed on legal advice), (names removed on legal advice) howled out for more!

 ♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫

(name removed on legal advice) was swinging,
All (profanity removed on legal advice) they were singing.

We (sexual act removed on legal advice),
Then (sexual act removed on legal advice) through the night!

The boys of the (company name removed on legal advice)
Were (sexual act removed on legal advice)!

And the (profanity removed on legal advice) were (sexual act removed on legal advice) Christmas day.

♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫

You’re a (sexual act removed on legal advice)!
You’re a (sexual act removed on legal advice)!

You’re an old (sexual act removed on legal advice),
Lying there almost (sexual act removed on legal advice) on (name removed on legal advice) in that bed!

You (sexual act removed on legal advice), you (sexual act removed on legal advice),
you cheap lousy (sexual act removed on legal advice)
Happy Christmas (profanity removed on legal advice)
I (sexual act removed on legal advice) it’s our (name removed on legal advice).

The boys of the(company name removed on legal advice) were (sexual act removed on legal advice)!

And the (profanity removed on legal advice) were (sexual act removed on legal advice) Christmas day!

♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫

I could have (sexual act removed on legal advice) someone!

Well so could (name removed on legal advice)!
You took my (profanity removed on legal advice) from me,
When I first (sexual act removed on legal advice) you.

I kept them (profanity removed on legal advice),
I (sexual act removed on legal advice) them with my (body part removed on legal advice),
Can’t (sexual act removed on legal advice) all alone,
I’ve (sexual act removed on legal advice) you!

The boys of the (company name removed on legal advice)
were(sexual act removed on legal advice)!

And the (profanity removed on legal advice) were (sexual act removed on legal advice) Christmas day!

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MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!