VIEW: United vs Portsmouth. 5-0
On the day we remembered the legacy of the Busby Babes for the 52nd year, and the horrific moment we lost the core of that golden team, it was fitting that we performed to those legendary setting standards set by United's most influential leader. OK, slight exaggeration perhaps, especially as the opposition were for the entirety of the game nothing short of shocking. However at times, I felt we swaggered across the Old Trafford turf with the arrogance of Champions. So much so in fact that we could afford to take 3 of our best, attacking players off with just under a third of the game left; giving the blend of youth on the bench, as well as players-with-a-point-to-prove, a run out. We switched off a bit for the final 20 minutes mind, yet by that stage, the damage was well and truly done in utterly resounding, devastating fashion. Once we found our rhythm (pretty much as soon as the game kicked off), our football glided with the fluidity and reasserted, entitled confidence ...