You know, I was so eaten up with personal anguish I overlooked reporting on my sense of utter delight at United beating Liverpool live on the TV on Monday night. Great to see Rio back, even greater to see the unsung Mikael Silvestre scoring both.
Liverpool may not be the great unstoppable force they once were, but beating them still gives one an incomparable feeling of exaltation.
And suddenly, we're eighth in the table, seven points behind Arsenal. Frankly, not good. Reflective of an indifferent start to the season. But, thirty two games remain to be played, with ninety six points available. So, hope once more, springs eternal.
