Mourinho’s the man for battle of bottle

I’M really, really trying not to get excited.I know the impossible will happen and United will lose more points and we’ll be within touching distance — and then we’ll go and lose to Everton or something.

I can’t help it. On Saturday while everyone was leaping around like lunatics as Pompey first went one up and then two up, I was sat in the corner — predicting doom and the end of the world. It wasn’t a double bluff, I really did think that United were going to win. Then when the final whistle went, I was still subdued as I didn’t want to rouse those mischievous football gods; although I am convinced they are behind all this anyway.

It is noteworthy that as it gets to the interesting part of the season, United slip up when they have to play after us winning rather than the other way round. The significance of this was not lost on Fergie, who was incredibly irked and had the temerity to suggest that we are always fortunate with the fixtures. Perhaps he would like to run his eye over this season, and stop his whining. Anyway, Mourinho swatted this comment aside with ease.