It’s been 5 days now since our unbeaten run – and our best ever start to a Premier League campaign – came to an end.
My thoughts can be summarized in just one short sentence;
It had to end sometime, and it’s certainly no embarrassment to lose to the current champions.
Don’t get me wrong, I would have loved to get 3 points on Saturday evening, but in fairness we were up against one of the best teams in Europe – if not the world.
Fergie is a master tactician, and United are never beaten until the ref blows the final whistle. Who could forget the classic ‘game of 2 halves’ a few years back when the Red Devils came from 3-0 down to beat us 5-3.
My first thought when Defoe put us one up in under a minute on Saturday was – it’s too early. Actually, that’s not strictly true, as I spent a few seconds punching the air and cheering out aloud in my flat (to the amusement of my flatmate!).
The early opener merely motivated United – out of neccesity – to come at us. They duly obliged with devastating effect.
We missed Modric and Palacios. The latter was on the field, but nowhere near his best after his long journey for international duty. The Honduras midfielder struggled to keep up with the pace and was needlessly booked before being replaced with fit again Jermaine Jenas at half time.
Now that United have handed us our first defeat of the season, it’s time to move on. Chelsea are the next opponents and I for one am looking forward to the trip across London – especially as my Dad is a passionate Chelsea fan.
3 points would be much appreciated, thanks Harry!
