What a turn around!...Oh, wait.
Just over a week ago, Manchester United romped QPR 4-0 at Old Trafford to restore faith into a decreasing number of doubtful fans. It appeared that everything was clicking together. The new signings blossomed with Angel Di Maria, the 59.7 million pound signing from Real Madrid, enjoying a man of the match performance. The day was also blessed with debuts from Netherlands World Cup star Daley Blind who had just arrived from Dutch champions Ajax and the more than unusual signing of arguably the best striker in world football, Radamel Falcao. United's slick, attacking football had seemed to return with QPR, admittedly, offering little resistance throughout an abject performance, and many people then started to believe that this infamous Louis Van Gaal philosophy was finally being implemented into the team after a rather lackluster start from the Red Devils.
A well-argued point about Manchester United's recent traumas stem from a lack of 'fear factor' embedded into the current United squad. Back in the 90's when United's midfield was blessed with hard nuts such as Roy Keane, who you certainly wouldn't want to piss off, teams would dread making the journey down to Old Trafford, because apart from being scared of being kicked all day, which they were, they expected to be beaten. And beaten well. But replacements to that team have been shoddy to say the least and this has led to teams believing they can enter the Theater of Dreams and leave with the goods.
After the QPR match, many expected a similar result against another newly promoted club in Leicester City, but the foxes had other ideas as they came back from 0-2 and 1-3 down to storm to a 5-3 victory. The result confirmed that a lot of work is still yet to be done to cement United as title contenders once again. First of all Louis, buy a new center back and you're already half way there.
Monday, 22 September 2014
Tuesday, 16 September 2014
Things I've changed my mind on...
The so called 'special age'.
The hype building up to the big 1 8 is one that is exhilarating. You get bombarded for the week proceeding with friends and relatives promptly reminding you that in just a few days time you'll b legally permitted Just like every other 17 year old, I waited patiently for the big 1 8. But I wasn't patient really. I couldn't wait to finally 'hit the town' as some may put it, and during the month of my birthday I was, admittedly, nervous. The day finally arrived and I woke up in a hurry to make the most of it. When night time arrived, I did what the majority of 'new' 18 year old's do and that's go out, y'know since its one of the luxuries which you get when you turn this special age.
The night was good, but not brilliant, to put it bluntly. I found myself about half way through the night thinking, 'is this how its supposed to be? this mundane? really?', and yes I know some of you reading this will be sat there shouting at the screen calling me a boring so and so and you may be right, but to me, it wasn't what it was cracked up to be. Yes I do still go out and yes it has improved now I'm not such an amateur, if that even exists when you're consuming x amounts of alcohol combined with phony small talk with someone you've talked for approximately 30 seconds throughout your entire life. But nevertheless, the whole novelty of being 18 slowly wore off for me, and yes it still is a better age than 17, but in my eyes, the over hyping of it totally killed the novelty for me... I can still hear you calling me a boring so and so.
The so called 'special age'.
The hype building up to the big 1 8 is one that is exhilarating. You get bombarded for the week proceeding with friends and relatives promptly reminding you that in just a few days time you'll b legally permitted Just like every other 17 year old, I waited patiently for the big 1 8. But I wasn't patient really. I couldn't wait to finally 'hit the town' as some may put it, and during the month of my birthday I was, admittedly, nervous. The day finally arrived and I woke up in a hurry to make the most of it. When night time arrived, I did what the majority of 'new' 18 year old's do and that's go out, y'know since its one of the luxuries which you get when you turn this special age.
The night was good, but not brilliant, to put it bluntly. I found myself about half way through the night thinking, 'is this how its supposed to be? this mundane? really?', and yes I know some of you reading this will be sat there shouting at the screen calling me a boring so and so and you may be right, but to me, it wasn't what it was cracked up to be. Yes I do still go out and yes it has improved now I'm not such an amateur, if that even exists when you're consuming x amounts of alcohol combined with phony small talk with someone you've talked for approximately 30 seconds throughout your entire life. But nevertheless, the whole novelty of being 18 slowly wore off for me, and yes it still is a better age than 17, but in my eyes, the over hyping of it totally killed the novelty for me... I can still hear you calling me a boring so and so.
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