Ruud intervention revives race for the title
I rather wish the news people would shut up about it. I don't want to read headlines like that or hear news stories that it's game on. I don't want to know about 1996 or 2003, Newcastle and Arsenal.
A girl can dream. A girl does dream. But I had hoped it would be a secret, that nobody would notice. And now, with Easter late and the Premiership far from settled mathematically, the dreams can form, even though the girl knows that in 7 May if not before she will be crying into her flat champagne.
Chelsea are not going to implode. They have stumbled, maybe they will do so again. In my memory no team has ever become champions without a hiccup or two. Penultimate match of the season, Chelsea v Manchester United at Stamford Bridge. Potentially a six-pointer. If the matter is not decided by then, one can be sure that Chelsea will win all six points and will somehow engineer that they get an additional point, too.
But there is a little part of me - okay, a big part of me - that hopes that this disaster of a season when so many doubts have been cast over the ability of individuals, the capability of the team and the judgement of the manager, that almost by stealth we will emerge with a Domestic Double of trophies. But I have supported United for far too long now and know that rampant momentum is usually followed by prat falls.
