VIEW: United vs Wolves. 2-1

I was all geared up to write a hearty old rambling, zero-structure piece. You know, in the 10,000 word theses that used to define every single one of my blog posts (from random news articles to even the most insignificant draws), and thus allowing the lazy 'Good' and 'Bad' format that I have adopted this season. But, ironically (actually I dunno if this is the right use of that ridiculously overused/misunderstood word), this weekend was entirely the epitome of a Good and Bad weekend for United.

Good.

Invincibles! The first time we've gone the first 11 games without losing in 472 seasons. Harah!

Never, ever say die. On the exact day of his 24th Anniversary as United boss, what better way to mark victory than by displaying the unique, proud spirit that has been an integral part to every one of Sir Alex's sides? Park's 94th minute winner - a brilliantly architected dribble fromm the right flank that beat four Wolves defenders and was finished with his weaker left  - was also the most fitting and worthy of goals.

Goalscoring is a walk in the Park. Ha! But seriously. Park's 3rd and 4th goals of the season (he scored 4 in the whole of last season) were only his first and second in the league. In scoring therefore, he became our 10th league goalscorer of the season and our 15th scorer in total. Funny, seeing as I thought we were only a one man team? And that one man's done f**k for us this season other than cost us alot more money.

Best weekend ever? See Below (7th November). 

The return of Hargo. Umm...yeh...

Bad.

The return of Hargo. Poor, poor Owen. No, not our 30 year old Scouser who's always out injured. But our 29 year old Canadian-German-Englishman who's always out injured. Hargreaves had played a remakably unencouraging 60 seconds of first-team football since September 2008. But now, thanks to four pointless minutes on Saturday, you add another 180 onto that. And with that extension to his tally of appearances, perhaps we have seen the last of this gifted yet massively unfortunate footballer.

We were shite. We were shite. But even still, the lasting memory from an otherwise uninspiring encounter will be Park's beautiful finish and the rather handy 3 points. Playing badly but still winning...sign of champions and all that.

What's he been feeding 'em? This is more a pre-match concern ahead of tomorrow's rather interesting encounter against the noisy/tacky/embarassing lot down the road. But everyone's off sick apparently. Scholes, Berbatov and Vidic - three of our most consistent and injury-free players this season - have all caught some gay virus. Either our doctor and dietician are Citeh fans, or our classless opponents have 'done an Arsenal' on us as the Gooners done to Spurs a few years back. Either way, true quality and footballing prowess will prevail...in the form of 24 years of unrivalled genius. It always does.

Not Arrogant. Just Better.