..and the earth did shake with that thunder. This is a line from a book by Steven King, The Gunslinger. Lord Perth was a great king who fell in a long-ago battle, and this is from a poem in his honour. What’s the relevance, you say? Read on, dear friend.
Now, let’s suppose Sir Alex Ferguson is Lord Perth, a great man who’s been on top of his game for a long, looong time. After watching his team’s gradual decline into the abyss, culminating in yesterday’s hilarious 4-1 thrashing at the hands of Steve McLaren, his ex-assistant and future England manager, I can’t help but think his days as manager are numbered.
Okay, maybe they’re not in the abyss, but for such a big and historically successful (let alone rich) club like ManUre, anything lower than 3rd after 10 games must trigger a crisis call. And with Les Bleus already 11 clear at the top, someone out there must be looking around for a replacement (yeah, Carlos Quieroz is tosh).
But how was old Mendieta, eh? He reminded me why he’s such a legend (in my mind, anyway), and all kudos to them. How ManUre managed to be so vulnerable to that 3-5-2 I don’t know, but they sorely miss Roy Keane, tell ya that. Mendieta basically ran free in the middle, no-one could touch him (fairly), and United were constantly closed down when they got in the area. Legend.
And how’s Wigan to win again? Can they maintain the run, is the question. I’ve tried to refrain from crowing about Liverpool, some think I overdo it (and with the Reds, that’s generally asking for trouble anyway), so this is all I’ll say – WE WON!
And since I haven’t cursed once so far today….shit.