Player Of The Season 2012: Anderson.
Is it a Bird?… No, he’s just got braided hair you bigot! Is it a plane? … Well, he’s carrying a bit of extra cargo. and in some areas he’s first class (?!) … NO! It’s Anderson Luís de Abreu Oliveira. Anderson. Ando. Player of the season 2012. My hero *swoon*. I tried calling Paddy […]
The Young One…
Some players need a club that matches their playing ethos to reach the pinnacle of their footballing powers, but more, they need a club that matches their ambition and ego before they really flourish. A recent example of this being Eric, who although was very good at Leeds, took his individual performance level to somewhere […]
Following on from the Class of ’92
Preface: I feel I must preface this post with a note to say that, of course, I would very much welcome an influx of youth to the first team, who wouldn’t, right?! To utter anything to the contrary flies in the face of our club’s unique history … I really do like kids, I just […]
Scholesy
Despite the avalanche of tributes that have been compiled towards the end of his career, it feels like the rest of Europe and The World, for the most part, were keeping their unadulterated admiration for Scholesy a bit of a secret. Possibly enjoying a jolly good chuckle amongst themselves as our national team insisted on […]
Saving private Ryan thoughts…
I have a confession to make, I’m not proud of it and if I’m honest I think I’m a bit scared about the ramifications of putting it down on paper. I’m anxious about giving it flesh, giving it a physical reality where previously it’s only resided in the deepest, darkest recesses of my simple brain. […]
We are Manchester United
While it hardly pained me to write from the point of view of Barcelona a few days ago, I certainly found it unnatural. It’s my pleasure now, to rattle off a few reasons why United will prevail on Saturday and why Barca should be quaking in their total-football boots. In an interview with the Guardian […]
What does it all mean?
It’s 3:00am Sunday May 29th and Wembley stadium is cloaked in near silence. The floodlights illuminate the night sky as the surrounding streets echo with the glorious hum of exultant crowds. Football’s home is momentarily stirred by the zephyr of nature as a seagull glides down from the morning haze to pitch side. It settles […]
Michael Adrian Carrick
I spent at least all of the Champions League Final in 2009 sat in my local acting out, in glorious Technicolor, a one man travelling Father Ted tribute act. A brief dalliance as Dougal as I stared blankly into the giant screen abyss of an unfathomable future of failure, interrupted briefly by my faultless Ted, […]
A strange Phelan?
Sir Alex’s assistants during the preceeding years of success have all at least on the surface appeared charismatic and knowledgable. They conducted themselves in a professional manner in the most part that didn’t suggest they were someones awkward Step-Uncle who has been dropped off at a party that he hadn’t really been properly invited to. […]
