Bloody Tevez. Just when you've steeled yourself to bidding adieu to a player who runs a lot and does little else, he goes and scores a goal like that. I mean wtf, mate? Why can't you pull out sublime backheel goals every other game you play? Why leave it to your last handful?
United were absolutely pants the first half. The defenders forgot how to attack and while the attackers knew how to attack they forgot where the goal was. Rooney missed a header that you or I could have scored blindfolded. Seriously. It was that easy. Within a minute, Carrick had been set up in a beautiful flowing move that went off his shin and high over the bar. Of course Wigan weren't just sitting back. Valencia was auditioning for a move to Old Trafford and should have scored in the first 2 minutes. Thankfully he can't chip yet. But score they did with a long ball over the top. The striker (who's name is too confusing to write here) nudged Vidic, who slipped, neither knew where the ball went but the striker found it once more and slammed it in. Shame on you Van der Saar for leaving such a gap on your near post.
Credit to Wigan for always giving as good as they got. Not that they got a lot so technically they gave better than they got. Anderson was rubbish for much of his time on the pitch, unable to control the ball or figure out what he wanted to do with it once he had. Evans was being dragged all over the place when he wasn't slipping and falling. On the hour mark came on dear old Tevez. A Carrick mishit, an exquisite powered backheel later and the scores were level. There was still half an hour to play to United resorted to good old fashioned wastefulness. Rooney went invisible. Berbatov became a midfielder. Ronaldo went into striker-who-is-about-to-cry mode. Tevez ran about a lot again. How can such a wonderful player have the shittiest first touch in top flight football? The ball comes in to him, touches his foot and bounces off 10 feet away. Whatever happened to trapping the ball? The rest of the team was following that philosophy although they were trying to lay it off to an outlet player, make space and run into for a receipt pass. Except after the pass they never ran. Idiots.
By comparison the Wigan players closed down and tackled wonderfully. Fantastically motivated and full of energy throughout, they put the champions to shame.
Ronaldo took on a few shots himself all of them going sky high. He managed to incur the wrath of Fergie in the process and had the guts to put up his hands and say "What??" in a gay, Portuguese accent. Mark Hughes has been saying Ronaldo will ruin his knees with his current freekick taking style. Once he moves to Madrid I hope he does have to change the technique. It'll serve the twat right.
The goal came in the 86th minute courtesy of a run by John O'Shea, the crowding of the box for the umpteenth time and a left footed shot by Carrick from 20 yards. The ball went in, I jumped up and shouted and things were rosy once more. United now need 1 point against Arsenal at home to celebrate 3 titles in a row. No mean feat mind you, regardless of how much I bitch about their mistakes.
On the other end I must mention Barcelona. If they haven't noticed United going to pieces when attacked then they are a pub team. Even worse in fact. I'd be licking my chops if I were them right now. Smelling a famous Champions League victory.
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