Terrace Talk: Man United - Why doesn’t red moon rising feel better?

If you looked out your window early enough this morning, you may have seen a huge red moon rising. Apparently the celestial heavens must be the latest universal merchandising partners of Manchester United, for what better way to herald the long-awaited return of the team to the top of the Premier League?

LVG’s philosophy, which appears to place the premium on chance-conversion rates, rather than the amount of opportunities created in the first place might be the opposite of Alex Ferguson’s United circa 1994, with whom we all fell in love. They would habitually create an absurd hatshop-full of chances per game, and happily waste the majority, confident in their ability to make enough count by full-time. Thus it was that we would always forgive Eric or Hughesy occasionally going for the gloryshots and Hollywood moments; we knew they’d make up for it later.

The above occurred to me during Saturday’s first half as we laboured to trouble one of the worst sides seen at OT in recent years, performing with all the pace and invention to which we’ve become accustomed this season. To be fair, United did manage seven shots on target against the wretched Mackems. And the team can now point to three Old Trafford goals in games against Liverpool, Ipswich, and Sunderland. Depay and Rooney scoring important personal goals is obviously further cause for satisfaction. As for our new wunderkind, showing he can create as impressively as he can finish, well... he’s just a darling, ain’t he?