…to those that wait.
One year away from international competition seemed like forever for the world’s most prestigious football club and we are now back in Champion’s League play where we belong.
I take everything back that I said about Erik Ten Hag.
He isn’t a bald little faggot, he isn’t a doddering asshole, he isn’t a piece of shit that has won as many titles as my little Cocker Spaniel Bruiser.
He’s The Man.
Amazing what winning football produces.
What a difference a game makes. The Manchester United crowd, for just a brief moment, forgot all about wanting new owners, hell we’d embrace Donald Trump himself if he could lead us over Manchester City.
But back to reality.
The FA Cup match with City will bring a dose of reality, I fear. We are back in Top Four, but the chasm between City and EVERYBODY ELSE is huge. City have the most formidable offense on the planet, but the opportunities for United will be on counter-attack with the fleet-footed Marcus Rashford and possibly, the wunderkind Garnacho sprinting downfield.
It was great to see Rafael Varane back on the pitch; he is a smooth international (France) defender that gives us a strong back line but that has been counter-balanced by the loss of Luke Shaw, whose play has been outstanding almost all season long. Losing Antony takes another fast scoring option off the table for Erik Ten Hag, but that is somewhat offset by the recent good play of Martial.
These matches are where legends and glory rest. The bigger the upset, the more glories.
If Manchester United are truly back, they will find a way to defeat City and end their treble plans in the process. They will be making the statement for next year as they set the table for a full return and win the Premier League and more next season.
I am a true believer, so I say optimistic things about my lads every season.
That’s what a fan does.
I just bought tickets to see Kenny Wayne Shepherd next month in Dayton.
Front row.
Biggest peeve of going to concerts are all the cell phones between me and the performers onstage. No one will block my view for this concert.
Since we just added Blue on Black to our playlist, I figured I might get it from The Source.
I am done with stadiums and mass festivals which were so much fun when I was a younger version of myself.
Grumpy old man.
But fronting a rock and blues band at age 69 does not allow age to creep in as fast. I mean your hair can only turn silver before it falls out. I never cared a ton about my hair, but I did try the bald look once, after the Domestic Despot gave me shit about my unruly hair.
Not a good look at all.
I looked like a chemo patient or a concentration camp survivor.
I guess having hair isn’t so bad.
Stay well.
