You can stick your banner up.....
Article by e-Manchester United Correspondent Noel Hutchinson
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I got held up on my way to the midday kick-off against Villa on Saturday. As I parked up the radio men were commenting on David Moyes walking out, on his own, five minutes before the teams came out. The crowd began a sustained applause in a demonstration of support for their manager.
I started walking briskly towards the Theatre of Dreams. The street was quiet, only a few stragglers like myself hurrying to the ground. Then, above us, the sound of a small plane filtered through the air. For a second I saw my old Gran telling me about the German planes rumbling across the Manchester skyline during the war and our family hiding in bomb shelters-then directly above me I saw the plane dragging the much publicised banner demanding “Moyes Out” as it headed towards Old Trafford. My fellow latecomers and I raised angry fists and shouted abuse at it as we quickened our pace.
So after coming from behind to win 4-1 amid chants of the title of this piece, we left the stadium happy at the performance with trepidation to say the least-because we all knew that on Tuesday night the Germans really were coming.
All day on Tuesday we listened to pundits describing just how much United were go to be annihilated by the current best team in the world, how we are inferior in every department, in every one to one match up, in managerial tactical prowess, in team continuity and confidence and in everything else that can possibly be measured in terms of football.
The match kicked off and we were all a little edgy to be fair. Then Welbeck buried a great goal to send us into delirium for the nanosecond before it was disallowed-oh no, we thought, another one of those bloody days!
But we held fast, we restricted Bayern Munich to one real chance in the first half that De Gea dealt with easily. We did play like the away team but then again that’s what we have done for years against top opposition like Madrid or Barca at these stages under Fergie, the best manager in football history.
Vidic put us ahead, they equalised. 1-1. A decent, deserved and unexpected result for United. We all went home happy, safe in the knowledge that the second leg is only a week away, that win or lose we have can hold our heads up high and, most brilliantly of all, we were justified in telling those arrogant, know-it-all, disloyal, poisonous football illiterates who payed for that banner where they could put it.
#inmoyeswetrust
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I got held up on my way to the midday kick-off against Villa on Saturday. As I parked up the radio men were commenting on David Moyes walking out, on his own, five minutes before the teams came out. The crowd began a sustained applause in a demonstration of support for their manager.
I started walking briskly towards the Theatre of Dreams. The street was quiet, only a few stragglers like myself hurrying to the ground. Then, above us, the sound of a small plane filtered through the air. For a second I saw my old Gran telling me about the German planes rumbling across the Manchester skyline during the war and our family hiding in bomb shelters-then directly above me I saw the plane dragging the much publicised banner demanding “Moyes Out” as it headed towards Old Trafford. My fellow latecomers and I raised angry fists and shouted abuse at it as we quickened our pace.
So after coming from behind to win 4-1 amid chants of the title of this piece, we left the stadium happy at the performance with trepidation to say the least-because we all knew that on Tuesday night the Germans really were coming.
All day on Tuesday we listened to pundits describing just how much United were go to be annihilated by the current best team in the world, how we are inferior in every department, in every one to one match up, in managerial tactical prowess, in team continuity and confidence and in everything else that can possibly be measured in terms of football.
The match kicked off and we were all a little edgy to be fair. Then Welbeck buried a great goal to send us into delirium for the nanosecond before it was disallowed-oh no, we thought, another one of those bloody days!
But we held fast, we restricted Bayern Munich to one real chance in the first half that De Gea dealt with easily. We did play like the away team but then again that’s what we have done for years against top opposition like Madrid or Barca at these stages under Fergie, the best manager in football history.
Vidic put us ahead, they equalised. 1-1. A decent, deserved and unexpected result for United. We all went home happy, safe in the knowledge that the second leg is only a week away, that win or lose we have can hold our heads up high and, most brilliantly of all, we were justified in telling those arrogant, know-it-all, disloyal, poisonous football illiterates who payed for that banner where they could put it.
#inmoyeswetrust
© e-Football 2014 All rights reserved no part of this document or this website may be reproduced without consent of e-Football
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