30th August vs Arsenal. 2-1.

Bottom line: we were better and scored more goals, therefore we won. I can already picture tomorrow morning's back pages, with sentences comprising words such as 'lucky', 'unlucky' and 'wonder-strike', backed with images of Arshavin ( a) scoring his goal, and b) falling over in the box) and the stroppy, yet surprisingly hilarious, Wenger. As much as this constant bullshit slating of everything United (because their good) shouldn't annoy me after all this time, it always does. I know it doesn't mean a thing when the headlines, news stories (i.e. lies) and grade-A United-bashing opinion columns ( Brian Reade in the Mirror surely being the biggest twat of all) are lined up alongside all my years of glory and eternal Mancunian bragging rights (regardless of how well they do in their attempt at buying the domestic treble this season). But, unfortunately, a sniff of controversy in a United win always turns out to be a traversty and horrible injustice. The...