Who's Unsatisfied?

Terrific result over the weekend. United played Liverpool smart, adding pressure in the midfield and attacking when they got their chance. I was more than satisfied with total domination and three points, but not Sir Alex.

Guess I need to retract my predictions about the Chelsea/Arsenal match. It wasn't boring. And it didn't end in a tie. In fact, it was one of the better fixtures of the year. But the real test of will was the Chelsea faithful v Avram Grant.

The louts were ready to dig a whole for Grant "you don't know what you're doing" they sang. That is until Drogba scored his second, and winning goal. Not good for United, but I'm sure very satisfying for the not so special one. Of course, Wegner was livid.

Next up: Villa. Not a push over. United has enjoyed plenty of success over them in the past, but they've only gotten better throughout the season. Despite Sunderland giving them a public tea bagging last weekend.

We'll see if the Villains can bounce back at Old Trafford. I somehow doubt it.

We'll Always Score At Home

Trembling in your boots over tomorrow's Scouser Bowl? Me, no so much. Sure Liverpool's in good form, particularly Torres. But it's not like they're the #1 ranked club in the world or anything. Who is? United.

Anderson, United's brilliant 19-year old midfielder isn't worried. In fact he relishes another clash. Although he was impressed with the enormity and intensity of the first Liverpool rivalry he experienced.

"The atmosphere amongst the supporters and the determination both sides had to win the game at Anfield was unbelievable. It’s difficult to describe the emotion that I experienced in that match – it was amazing. And I’m sure it’ll be the same on Sunday" — United Review.

How Many Tomorrow, Ronny?
This should be good. Ronny's on fire. Liverpool's doing the can-can lineup number. The blue and red teams, whose names we shall not speak, face off for a (prediction here) nil-nil tie. Or at least some form of tie. Neither want it like United.

But it just wouldn't be a true Red V Red without a little drama. Case in point: Sir Alex is using 'clever' remarks to sway the refs, argues Rafael BenÍtez. Sure Rafa, what HE says is law. I just wish the squad was at full strength for the match. Rio (out) van der Sar (iffy) Sahah & Giggsy (not likely)

At full time, will it really matter? After all, we always score at home.

Walk On

The starting whistle has yet to blow at Old Trafford at the time of this post. But I can't see United losing to the down-bound Lancashire louts. The thought of it is just too tragic, especially with serious fixtures looming over the scouser horizon.

The Red Devils can go three points clear at the top of the table with a victory tonight. Says Fergie: "Bolton have got Kevin Davies up front - and he'll do everything he possibly can to unsettle us." I'm sure Sir Alex vividly remembers last November when the Trotter's Nicolas Anelka (where'd he go again?) scored the only goal of the match.

United 2 Bolton 0. Let the whistle blow.
A Lancashire Hotpot, that's what it used to be called. Perhaps it still is (a Hotpot that is: an unpredictable mishmash of nasty, undefined gristly bits). Whatever it is, I just don't want to rewrite this tomorrow. So I'll stick with my prediction. Because I was right!

Misery Hates Company

We never again want to hear that United gets the calls at home (OK, sometimes it's true). Attack attack attack. That's what the MANCS did into the second half of Saturday's FA debacle. Total domination. But not one shot hit its target, and there were many. Then the shite hit the Stretford End.

A foul on Milan Baros saw Tomasz Kuszczak sent off with a straight red. Apparently grabbing Baros' ankle in the area is against football laws, although a sending off seemed harsh. A yellow and free kick would have sufficed. It was truly an ugly chain of events.

No treble for anyone.
This week's team whose name we shall not speak is the Russian cortelski from West London, no not QPR. The one supposedly managed by Abrahm Gant: (he's old, he's glum, he's not the special one). So no treble for their lot, for the red team whose name we shall not speak, and sadly not for our beloved United. But there's always the Prem and the Champions League. Fingers crossed.

Go Barnsley!

Champions & Villains

Have I mentioned I hate Arsenal lately? This shouldn't be my raison d’être, but it's just been one of those weeks. First there was the Villa game. All was peachy. Villa was ahead in added time. It was a real craicker. Villa support were singing inappropriate songs:

"What's that sticking out of his sock, is it his ankle, is it his ankle
Eduardo Wwooooo
he had some silky skills,
now he walks like Heather Mills wwooooo wwooooo"

Arsene Wegner was outraged! Then came the equalizer and I was outraged. Then the Villa supporter's were outraged, and largely booted from the Emirate's. Naturally scuffles ensued (read riots). Whatever, it's still 2 points to United.

Then came AC Milan (yes, I'm still on Arsenal's ass). All right, I'll give them props for beating the Serie Ahhh ex-giants away at the San Zero. But their victory totally overshadowed United's slow, painfully dull death grip around Olympique Mayonnaise's neck. A grip that lasted eons before the body was embalmed and flown back to France.

Lyon predicted United couldn't defend. Que sera sera. So United's still playing the big room, as are Arsenal — which I shall now refer to as "the team whose name we shall not speak".

Did I mention I hate the team whose name we shall not speak?