Ironies abound as we pray Rio will be Grande again
Where, after the Spurs sensation, is the predictable crowd of over-excited grief-monkeys hopping around at Wembley calling for the head of Berbatov? That same shower, it should be remembered, had witnessed and then promptly forgotten a historic European performance just days earlier in Oporto, when Berb had been a sophisticated model of intelligence and control.
Against Spurs, he produced a couple of the greatest touches of the entire spring, assisted in three goals and knocked one in himself. How ironic that in a month when we Reds are all bathing in Eric Cantona reminiscences (as The King’s new Ken Loach film opens), so many of us are still refusing to give this century’s most Cantonaesque player enough time to fully establish himself.
