I consider myself a rational man. I don’t believe in Feng Shui, horoscopes, divination, phrenology or other methods manufactured and exploited by slick smooth-talking hucksters.
On the other hand, I’m also a diehard football fan and specifically, a diehard Manchester United fan. Being a fan of anything means being something of a fanatic and the fanatical aren’t exactly poster children for common sense and rationality.
What all that means is I somehow convinced myself last August I wasn’t going to blog about Manchester United this season until it was all over because doing so would be, um, bad mojo. (Don’t ask me to explain it further.)
United did end up winning the Premiership after four years so I guess there might be something to the mojo thing.
If you were a United fan you would have been delighted by the title-win but you would have been absolutely thrilled by the manner with which United won the Premiership after nine months of hard campaigning.
It’s been a while since we’ve seen a United side this exciting, this stylish, this quick, this incisive. At their best this season, United were playing “ooh aah” football, breathtaking and beautiful.
It wasn’t just entertaining football; it was effective football as well. United scored more goals than every other team in the Premiership on their way to the title.
Here are some links to videos to relive the season when the Premiership trophy returned to Old Trafford.
