VIEW: United vs Blackpool. 4-2

Reflections...

The Worst United Team in Years. The amount of shite this current crop has received this season for winning the league 9 points clear, scoring more goals than any other team, producing the league's top scorer, dropping two points at home all season, beating Chelsea, Arsenal, Liverpool and Citeh at Old Trafford, and losing only four games, is thoroughly deserved.

18 wins and 1 draw at home. Yes I have just made that point, but I think for those of you not quite so savvy on the maths front, I thought I would spell out exactly what dropping two points at home all season equated to.

Unlucky Blackpool. As a fan of one of the league's big dogs - well, THE big dog - who are owned by a bunch of greedy, sellfish wankers who couldn't give a f**k about the club, the fans or its heritage, it was somewhat poetic to see a team built out of such modesty and passion reach these dizzy heights. But unfortunately, it wasn't to be a fairy tail ending for the team who still make their players wash their own kit. Hopefully it won't be long until we have another Blackpool grace our cash hungry league to provide us with a hearty dose of reality. It certainly won't be happening next season though as replacing Blackpool is a team who's owners are the richest men in Britain.

Owen. He still has that big goal in him remember? Well a typically cynical finish from the lad might help his cause and indeed remind his manager of that fact come Saturday when we are seeking that Ole moment...

Final Thought. A swift little post this, such was the meaningless status placed on yesterday's match (on United's part anyway). But rest assured, this overly passionate fan will be completely overwhelming his blog with emotional dribble ahead of Saturday's match. But to the league, another congratulations to my boys - a side  who were never, at any point of the season, regarded or acclaimed for their ability to win, fight to the death and completely utilise and benefit from the strength and variety of talent in our squad. There was no star performer, evident by the fact that when you try and single out a player you are immediately reminded on someone else equally worthy (Vidic...how about Nani...or Valencia and Rooney in the second half of the season...or Van der Sar...or Berbatov...or Sir Ryan Giggs...). Running through my red veins is pride and honour and sheer delight that my team is a team built on tradition and the desire to win. We weren't the most glamorous of sides, that is true, but we won because we were better and wanted it more than everyone else. And that is why we are Champ19ns.