They think it will be all over

IT’S the decider, the moment of definition, the ultimate six-pointer, the crunch game all those other crunch games call ‘The Guvnor’.

Except, of course, that this is the Premiership, 2010-11, a season in the sun and the rain for the great, the good and West Ham, Wolves and Wigan. In short, a campaign predictable only in its unpredictability and one which, if the crazy paving pattern of what’s gone before is to be followed through to the very end, could yet render tomorrow’s game another late staging post rather than the final destination.

Whatever happens at Old Trafford, only the bravest of the brave would dare to predict that both Manchester United and Chelsea would inevitably stroll through their final games against, respectively, Blackburn and Blackpool, and Newcastle and Everton. Of course, they should, but it seems to me that, in this season which has confounded any and every attempt to place it in good working order, it’s a bit late in the day for normality to break out now.