MoL shares David Moyes’s pain. Man Utd gone from a mediocre team that won the league at a canter to a mediocre team stuck in the middle. Someone blogged of last week’s penalty shootout fiasco that it was worse than Terence Trent D’Arby’s second album. Fergie gives his successor his public backing, so watch out, Moysie! (Chorus: And it seems that my days are numbered down to a precious few/People I know that My days are numbered ’cause I can’t get it back together without you.)
Meanwhile: José is sending Mata to Man Utd as a secret double agent to further destabilise. Meanwhile: Arsenal has been transformed by the Alsatian Wenger from a French team into a German one, including 16-year-old German-born Ethopian Zelalem who came on in the Fourth Round FA Cup game against Coventry and MoL says oh oh oh oh oh oh. Score 4-0, a game notable because: some floodlights went out; a fat man wandered onto the pitch during play; Arsene was wearing TRAINERS. Someone must have told him he needs a makeover because afterwards on TV he was wearing not the suit but some strange blue (BLUE?!) casual outfit, like designer philosophers might wear for training. Meanwhile José’s white and blue Samsung training top really is horrible. At the end of the game a happy Arsenal crowd sang: Big fucking Germans, you big fucking Germans, and MoL went oh oh oh oh oh oh.