Over recent months I've noticed the spreading of a new disease in football, its symptoms include memory loss, myopia and something allied to Tourette's syndrome. I've taken to calling it Fickle Fan Syndrome and it seems to apply equally to all Clubs.
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One more victory, one more precious three points, and what has seemed inevitable for weeks will become a reality. Manchester United have claimed the 20th top division crown, which has now given the club a two title lead over great rivals Liverpool.
And Manchester City may well return with a strong assault next season, but the hinted power shift from red to blue appears once again premature.
As Manchester United stumble to the title, the gap closing but maybe not fast enough for Manchester City to snatch it away again, the general play continues to disappoint.
Brilliantly consistent rather to consistently brilliant sums up United. A rather odd formation with Robin van Perfect on top of a midfield 5, emulating City, just didn't work.
Radamel Falcao is one of Europe’s most feared strikers. We know that. The Columbian hit-man’s set to score 30+ goals for the fourth consecutive season and will certainly play in La Liga and/or the Premier League in the very near future. We know that.
Losing to Chelsea at Stamford Bridge in the FA Cup Quarter final is no disgrace but from 2-0 up at home in the first game, losing 3 goals unanswered is of concern.
In both games the cracks that appeared are the faults that separate the very best from the nearly men, and I saw enough to know we have to fix some faults.
I saw England win the World Cup in 1966. On TV I will admit but I saw it. The players are legends now and held in the highest esteem, one of which is Sir Bobby Charlton.
I also saw United beat Benfica at the very same Wembley in 1968. George Best was alongside the very same Bobby Charlton. Golden years.
Since the turn of the year I have been really impressed with Wayne Rooney's scoring form, 10 goals with 8 of them for his club and 2 of them for country.
Watching us play over the last fortnight or so starting from the disastrous night in Europe against Real Madrid to our unconvincing 1-0 win over managerless Reading at home has caused me stress which is typical in the business end of the season when supporting Manchester United.
But the thing I have been wondering over that time is why exactly is Robin van Persie starting for us?
As the buzzards gathered to pick clean the bones of the Rooney-Ferguson relationship last Tuesday night, it was appropriate and slightly poetic that the Buzzcocks rendition of 'should I stay or should I go ?' belted out over the Old Trafford loudspeaker before the team was announced, devoid of Wayne.
Last Tuesday night I witnessed one of the best games I have ever seen in European Football as we were 1-0 up against Real Madrid, the 9 times winners of this illustrious competition and leading 2-1 on aggregate.
We were really in the ascendancy to push on and increase our lead to spearhead our charge of getting into the last eight of Europe's elite club competition.
Come Sunday Robin van Persie wouldn't have scored for exactly 4 weeks since we played and beat Everton 2-0 at home. His recent form is a bit of a weird one for me because since that game he has been firing complete blanks even though he has only played two lots of full 90 minutes both against Real Madrid.
Gareth Bale seemingly is etching his name ever so closely to becoming a truly great player. In American sports the player of the year in a league gets the MVP (most valuable player) award.
In England this award is called the ‘player of the year’ award. When I think about who should win the Premier League’s award, two players come to mind. Bale and Manchester United’s very own Robin van Persie.