It is not possible to go into this game without acknowledging the fact that this is, well, kind of a big deal. Interestingly, our rivalry with Liverpool only started to get really ugly in the late 70s and early 80s. Prior to that, the mutual respect that should exist between the two clubs held sway. Now of course, it’s war. Pure and simple.
The Scousers will be giddy with excitement after their midweek win over the shadow of Real Madrid. Like smackheads with dole cheques they will be jittering their way to Old Trafford in the hope of one last hot shot at glory. It is our job to kill off these hopes at the pass.
To write one paragraph in cliches is a very simple affair. So, at the end of the day when saturday comes form goes out the window and it’s eleven players against eleven. Not forgetting of course, that fortune favours the brave etc.
Another way of saying that is. Their best players are fit, our best players are fit and both teams will take the field on the back of strong victories. Liverpool may well feel that they have removed their Indian sign by beating us at Anfield earlier in the season but I don’t think that is going to be enough for them.
They have blown it in the league and they know it. Chants of ‘Rafa’s cracking up’ will start in minute one and should United score an early goal an avalanche could take place. That is what I am hoping for, because in reality, in terms of the league, this match doesn’t mean anything like as much as it should do.