Yesterday was one of the most anticipated days of the year; everyone was up for it and looking forward to finding out what it would bring. But enough about my birthday, there was also a very important football match too. It was chance to stuff the Gooners and move nine clear of crumbling Chelsea. In the event we did not take the chance and as I write here today I am still unable to figure out really what happened.
Yesterday Manchester United almost paid the price once again for not taking their chances in a game. I would say we can’t do that again but I have tried that and we still keep getting there by the skin of our teeth, not taking our chances early on, allowing the other team to grow in confidence and make us pay, before eventually we remember who we are and we get our arse in gear and do what we should have done all along. On the upside Henrik Larsson looked good for his first game. I wonder what will happen in March when supposedly the striker is returning toSweden. It’s not going to be Eric Cantona-esque but his arrival could be a timely shove when we most need it. Our saving grace was that in the record books it won’t be shown as the cock up it almost was, and as well as that it wasn’t in the league.