Just like a cold that you can’t shake off, it seems the situation at the club is still rumbling on, without the lemsip remedy of reconciliation from Rafa, having any effect.

Anyway just like that cold, it always hits you when you least need it. Here we are 24 hours from kicking off against the shower from down the East Lancs Rd, and it still seems to be kicking off behind the Shankly Gates.

However, if this is the case, the team shrugged off the uncertainity and had a great game v. Marseilles. But tomorrow is different. Never mind “It’s only 3 points”, Ferguson knows it isn’t, and anyone saying that sounds like they’re preparing a defeat speech.

Firstly, it’s about whether we’re genuinely fighting the top two teams, bugger Chelsea, - we held our own against Arsenal, and so it’s a great litmus test against the shower 33 miles away.

Secondly, it’s bragging rights, akin to the derby. I can’t stand their arrogance, their aloofness, and Ferguson’s trenchcoat mentality. He wouldn’t know maganimity if he chewed it for both halves.

well, in the words of a certain song, you can walk through a storm.

Here’s hoping we don’t walk through it, but ride it, like Red Riders on the Storm. And that the only doors being shown to anyone is those for the mancs’ title hopes.

Come on. I mean COME ON.

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