For You, Smudge

Man Utd 4-0 Wigan

The scoreline didn’t really do justice to a scrappy match that United in fact did dominate. All in all it wasn’t a classic match. Pretty boring in fact, if not for the goals.

But I guess I really appreciated the whole game for the sentiments that it embodied. First of all for Ronaldo, who had vowed to play his best in remembrance of his father who passed away a couple of months ago. The raw emotions he displayed when he finally did score spoke volumes of how much it meant to him.

Even better was when the team all trooped off immediately after the match to the dressing room, and only emerged to celebrate moments later, all wearing t-shirts that said “For you, Smudge”, for Alan Smith who had broken his leg a fortnight ago. It was a really sweet gesture, and it indicated just how much the Yorkshireman was well-liked by everyone.

I had gone up to Wineflair at the start of the match, and was bewildered to find it almost empty. The reason soon became obvious enough, with a man soon going up to the stage who really would have been a joke if not for the fact that he really looked like a nice guy who just wasn’t good enough. He tinkered with the instruments on stage for a whole hour, but couldn’t play a single song. He either stopped halfway through a song, apologizing for wrong chords or else wrong pitch, otherwise he’d just forget the lyrics and let the song fizzle out. The ones who had stayed at Wineflair were nice enough to applaud his every effort tho. That’s nice, I guess.

But ah well. I’m just glad that Man Utd finally won something.

Grins.