Order the bubbly, but keep it on ice

IT would be cheap and tired to suggest that Saturday made a nice change in Scousers complaining about being the victims of a robbery for once, so I will resist it.

Instead, in Shakespearean mode, we come to praise Shea-sar, not bury him. (Not enough available earth in concreted Stretford for the bulky latter task, anyway.)

Several papers labelled that last-minute scoring image “the luck of the Irish” but it’s all been about the luck of the Govanite, really. Fergie had the grace to admit it too, although it is easy to be magnanimous when you have weeping Scousers crushed underfoot.