It never Waynes but it pours

SOMETIMES football seems to be about anything but football. Consider the Premiership, and how much print and airtime is devoted to money, rows, hype, mind games, scandals, takeovers and, on a daily basis, enough hot air to power global warming all by itself.

And then, just when you’re thinking that it’s all a case of too much soap and not enough opera — the fat lad sings.

I speak of Wayne Rooney, the player who was supposed to be suffering a slump and, by his own ridiculously high standards, probably was. Not that he was ever found wanting in terms of effort and team input in Manchester United’s startling renaissance this season, but with his back to back virtuoso performances against Portsmouth and Watford, it seems as if the genius switch has been flicked on again.