Manchester Derby – Manchester is Red
Forget form, forget philosophy, forget the trauma of Schweinsteiger being subbed for Fellaini. It’s the Manchester Derby! And whatever we think about the performance against CSKA Moscow we need to park it and move on. Because whether we’d won six nil or been trounced by the same score, it has no impact on what’s about to happen on Sunday. There’s no greater leveller in football than a derby.
So City can gloat about a last minute winner against a Spanish side with a transfer budget equivalent to what City spend on their club encrested toilet roll – we’ll have to take their word for it that it actually happened anyway, considering only one man and his dog attended the game. On Sunday the winner will come down to who wants it most. And when it comes to history, passion and desire there’s only ever going to be one winner.
Yes the Rooney debate rumbles on. It’s not one I intend to waste much time on, other than to say this. I back Rooney and think he still has much to offer at Manchester United. However, when other players are being dropped for below par performances it sends out the wrong message to the players and fans that Rooney is able to play consistently poor and continue to be the first name on the team sheet.
But like I say, the Manchester Derby is another matter, a one off, a game where villains can become heroes and history can be made. What price Rooney pulling out a worldy and winning us the game? Although you’d probably get a safer bet on Clattenburg pulling out a red card and sending him off.
No, if there’s one man I’d be looking to inspire us on Sunday it’s the boy who won’t be tamed. The boy who ridicules a certain news outlet every time he pulls on a United shirt and rams their “What a waste of money” headline firmly where the sun doesn’t shine. Anthony Martial. Whether it’s thirty eight million or sixty he’s hands down the signing of the season and is without doubt our most important player. In fact, the Glazers need to dip their hands in to their very substanstial pockets and reward whoever scouted Martial with a private lapdance and all the extra’s from Taylor Swift – or Ricky Martin, whatever rocks their boat. The boy is top class and on Sunday I’m sure he’ll deliver.
And I for one can’t wait. This is what football is all about. Taking on your rivals , going toe to toe and delivering that knockout blow that will put us top of the league.
Manchester expects. Because Manchester IS Red!
By Mark Goldbridge