In some respects Saturday was a one-off occasion. One of my best friends got married and the damn fool didn’t have the courtesy to change the time of the ceremony when this fixture was moved to the lunchtime. As such, I retrieved the half-time scores from my pocket when I should have been getting the rings out and was the only person in the church who had a face like thunder when they said, “I do”.
Whilst my miserable mug looked out of place in a couple of wedding snaps, nobody would have expected anything other than a stern expression on Alex Ferguson’s face after 45 minutes. Although some bosses will cut you some slack if they also load extra responsibility onto you, Vidic and Evra must already know that Fergie is not that kind of guy.
One unmistakeable thing about the manager is his tendency to go for broke when the chips are down. The adage “the best form of defence is attack” is a wonderful philosophy and, to an extent, matches the psyche of this club from top to bottom. A good thing too, because when Ryan Giggs is finishing matches at left back clean are sheets are unlikely.
The chances of us coming a cropper this week looked pretty good from the outset. We face two of our bogey teams, West Ham and Chelsea, within a few days of each other and we haven’t got any defenders fully fit. In all honesty, I had ‘the fear’. Fortunately, Wayne Rooney did not.
Losing matches you should have won is the bane of any fan’s (and probably player’s) life. It looked like things were going that way in London until Rooney’s run of form bloomed into the full flower it reached last season. To say this is timely would be something of an understatement.
United have been declared lucky, lacking in fantasy, lethargic and just plain bad by commentators this year and I am sick of it. This side has true grit and I can think of no other club in the division that can score four away from home with ten players out injured. After the completion of this comeback my sense of pride in the team I support was tangible.
None of our rivals face circumstances anywhere near as dire as ours with regards to the treatment table. For a second it looked like it might get worse, any man who didn’t die 1,000 times between Vidic’s rugby tackle and the yellow card has no heart.
United remain top through sheer force of will - being associated with that in any way is tremendous. We ain’t there yet, but this league title is within touching distance now because we have a team willing to go for it.
Massive, massive result.
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