You have always got to question yourself if found agreeing with Mark Lawrenson. Monsieur mole-moustache and moi were both of the opinion that Fergie would buy again and we were both wrong.
Now, hypothetically, if I had £80milllion burning a whole in my pocket (let’s just savour that thought… yep, okay, and I’m back) then I might spend a bit of it. Just for kicks, walking past the crowd of football agents I may punt on the odd tackling midfielder, perhaps a nippy goal poacher or even a Newcastle player. Manchester United did not.
This is not great PR for the Glazers, I suppose nothing is. Do we all understand that the world stands on the brink of financial Armageddon? Yes, we do. Do we all understand that United rake in about £2million per home game? Indeed. Do we all think the squad is under-strength for a title challenge? I am afraid so.
Watching United play Arsenal was about as much fun as divorce. I personally phoned Greater Manchester Police at full-time to file a missing persons report. It reads:
Residence: Old Trafford
At the time of going to press the police had no leads.
Arsenal are the closest English football has got to a team that plays like Barcelona. In fact, two years from now they will probably be better. Wenger is a wily old professor and I suspect, in this team, he is slowly building his masterpiece. We can all be grateful that Mike Dean is a football referee and not a homicide cop, but if I were Arsenal I’d still be aggrieved.
This leaves me with no choice but to turn to religion. I suppose in my head I have the traditional picture of God. A Frenchman with his collar turned up and an eyebrow threatening to rise.
We need to pray that Owen Hargreaves comes back looking like a Sherman tank and that Wayne Rooney remains impervious to injury. Thank goodness there aren’t too many needless England friendlies or ‘if’s attached to those prayers. Oh yeah, dammit.
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