In the pre-match build up was all the usual cliches regarding Stoke City. Loud passionate fans, check, hard place for visitors to come to, check and all the hype about this being the biggest test of United’s admittedly, wobbly looking, new goalkeeper has faced, check. After the usual clueless rubbish from ESPNs Jon Champion about Stoke fans making all the noise, when all I could hear was United fans, I thought that the one saving grace was that Craig Burley, Jon Champion’s sidekick, is not the execrable Alan Smith on SKY sports. Continue reading Searching For The Ghost At Stoke. Manchester, 25th Of September 2011
Leeds United Only gave United 3000 tickets for this match on spurious crowd control grounds, then failed to sell out their tickets for a match gagainst man yo. United fans are in great voice with all the old classics coming out like Yip Jaap Stam, He scores goals galore…Paul Scholes, Keano’s f$ckin magic and of course “Ooh aah Cantona” sang to the tune of La Marseillaise. It’s a sign of United’s on field dominance when United fans start trawling the old songbook, Uniteds support relaxed in the knowledge that the team are comfortable on the pitch. At no point during this match tonight were United under any threat. One more thing I noticed tonight was Michael Owen yet again nipping out of the traps to steal one goal and score another belter. Whatever anybody thinks of Owen personally, with his baggage and all that, one thing is obvious is that when he’s on the pitch, he makes himself busy and never stops prowling for an opportunity.
Phil Dowd is, I reckon, one of the better referees in the premier league. Watching the match yesterday, I originally thought that he gave some very generous decisions in Chelsea’s favour, I still think that but I now realise he gave at least one goal to United that was offside. Yesterdays match was probably the most bizzarre I’ve ever seen between two top teams. United’s usual precision of passing was lacking and there was some very sloppy play from Uniteds midfield. Couple that with some very unusual waste’s of good opportunity from Chelsea, Ramires and Fernando Torres in particular (in fact Torres, more infamous) meant that this was as far from the usual keep it tight game that United and Chelsea usually serve, as can be. It was a great help to United that Chelsea insist on having a clearly past-it John Terry as skipper and first choice centre half. Whilst Chris Smalling was fractionally offside for United’s first goal, Chelsea’s marking was diabolical. It wasn’t as if Smalling was offside through a well marshalled Chelsea defence but by a shambolic and incoherent back four which left John Terry on his own, tracking back. By thirty minutes, Chelsea had spurned three great goal scoring oportunities from Torres and Ramires, but that was to get much better later.
Chelsea supporters are like the Oasis of football fans. Every song they sing is either directly nicked or bastardised from the United and to a lesser extent, Liverpool song books. They’ve even nicked the “el nino” banner that the scousers came up with for Torres, just changing it from red to blue. They sing the blue flag (sic), Forever and ever, Bring on Sunderland and Arsenal and many more. The one chant that is their own is the awe inspiring repetition of Chewsee, chewsee, chewsee to the melody of “Amazing Grace”
Nani scored a belter to make it 2-0, he cut through the Chelsea defence like a hot knife through butter to hit, from twenty yards, a screamer which went flying past Petr Cech’s right hand side.
Phil Jones was immense yesterday, he has made a massive impression on everybody at Old Trafford since his debut. Most people, myself included were pretty ignorant of him until he came to Old Trafford but now, he looks like such an imposing figure and for such a big lad, surprisingly nimble footed. He dosen’t as much dance and skip his way through a defence, like Nani, as he just goes through them like a light footed tank. It’s hard to believe he’s only nineteen years old.
After the recent anihilation of Arsenal, the Stretford end serenaded Chelsea with Are you Arsenal in disguise ? Chelsea, who had in Ashley Cole one ex Arsenal player decided to answer that by bringing on another ex Arsenal player at half time in Nicholas Anelka. It took him all of thirty seconds to make an impact by threading a brilliant pass through to Torres who dinked the ball over De Gea to make it 3-1.
United’s counter attacking play can be devastating. Juan Mata had a shot on Uniteds goal which was brilliantly saved by David De Gea, Chelsea took a short corner, lost possession and within ten seconds, United had hit the bar through Nani and then won a penalty. Wayne Rooney took the penalty and his standing foot slipped just like David Beckham in Turkey in 2003 and also more celebrated by United fans, John Terry in Moscow in 2008.
Torres missed three great chances yesterday but the one that everybody will remember and the one that’ll have Ronnie Rosenthal doing cartwheels in gratitude, is the open goal miss in front a disbelieving & delirious Stretford End with five minutes to go. As Torres controlled the ball and rounds De Gea like the top class centre forward we know he is, I’m mentally preparing for 3-2 and a late siege on United’s goal. The crowds reactions was like none I’ve witnessed in my thirty years of watching football. Relief, derision and the sound of scornful laughter from at least 73000 people. Even the Chelsea fans in the L stand behind me were laughing, though in a more rueful and resigned manner than we were. Chelseas heart, unsurprisingly vanished after the Torres miss, so much so that a bad miss by Dimitar Berbatov in the last minute will be, by most people, forgotten.
United played Benfica three times in two famous European Cup ties in the 1960’s. Barring friendlies (one which in 1992, was Eric Cantona’s debut for United), after 1968 United went 37 years without playing the Lisboa eagles and then, like a bus, we’ve now played them six times in six years. It’s a sign of both overkill and the times that I only know two people that have gone to Lisbon for tonights match where once upon a time I would’ve known tens if not hundreds of people who’d have gone.
Ryan Giggs, Darren Fletcher and Antonio Valencia made a first start to a competitive match this season. A far less welcome first start of the season goes to the bloody awful black & blue hooped shirts who’s only redeeming feature to me is that it’s not as bad as the Tesco bag away shirts United used in the mid 1990’s. I sometimes think that the people who design Uniteds away shirts are on a diet of bad acid. Can anybody tell me what’s wrong with having United play in red as first choice and a white shirt when having to change ?
United started well but then Benfica got a grip on the game with Cardozo scoring past the impressive Anders Lindegaard on 24 minutes. Giggs came up with a moment of magic just before half time to equalise. The match ended 1-1 and tonight I think Sir Alex Ferguson just about got away with resting Young and playing an increasingly ineffective Michael Carrick. I believe that a full strength United side would’ve beaten Benfica tonight.
It’s a real coup for ITV to get the refreshing Roy Keane as a panellist for the match, his no nonsense analysis contrast sharply with the drone of the pride of Crawley, Gareth Southgate. For some reason over the last couple of seasons, ITV have developed a penchant for conducting their half time and post match analysis pitchside. Maybe it saves them the expense of hiring a commentary booth in these times of austerity (we’re in it together and all that) but tonight they’ve come unstuck. Adrian Chiles, Gareth Southgate & Roy Keane struggled to make themselves heard with the healthy lungs of Angus Young (AC/DC) singing, playing so loud over the stadium tannoy, they could’ve been giving a live performance in the centre circle, à la Monday night football on SKY Sports in 1992. They were stood in front of the United fans and once the AC/DC CD had been turned off, they were serenaded by United fans with their extended repertoire of songs in homage to Keane.
Bolton Wanderers are proud Lancastrians, even though they’re now officially in Greater Manchester they stubbornly claim to be either Boltonians or Lancastrians, but never Mancunians, this pleases me no end. What I have found however is that if you get a boltonian in an English speaking country abroad, say Australia or the USA, they suddenly become Mancunians because hardly anybody in them countries have ever heard of the antiquated shithole they come from. Bolton to me is like a wart on the arsehole of Manchester, something like Croydon is to London.
United again ran riot at Bolton yesterday. After five minutes Javier Hernandez had scored and the game was over by twenty five minutes with the score at 3-0. United took their foot off the pedal until half time, but by halfway through the second half, had scored another two with Wayne Rooney wrapping a second succesive hat-trick for good measure. Everything was great about the result yesterday, the only complaint I have is I’m wondering how that cakey wanker, Kevin Davies stayed on the pitch after yet another lunge on Patrice Evra. Missing out on doing serious damage to Evra, he got Tom Cleverley instead
For yesterdays match, Bolton became yet another club to cut Uniteds allocation of tickets on the grounds of persistent standing. A lot of clubs do this, safe in the knowledge that the locals will buy the tickets denied to the visitors, only yesterday our dear cousins over the A666 (never has a road been more appropiately named) didn’t sell out the ground for the visit of (A) the league champions and (B) the team they claim to be their biggest rivals. Hopefully yesterdays thrashing by United will instrumental in their relegation at the end of the season, preferably trading places with Blackpool