Weekend Premiership Action!

Arsenal fail to relieve my ills but United lift my spirits considerably
I’ve been called a glory hunter, but this is not true, my loyalties are split and it’s not all fun and games-sometimes it means double the pain and things get awkward when they play against each other. I support Man United because my mum is from Manchester and supported them as a child so who am I to deny tradition? Then I support Arsenal as I was born and have been bred in London and they are the most stylish London team who are not funded by a Russian billionaire and they have several attractive and extremely skilled young players-Cesc…When it comes to the crunch and they are playing against each other I go for United-but this has proved to be an unwise move as both times the Gunners have prevailed.
In true Izzy style I’ve been ill all weekend with the flu (I’m always ill on weekends and holidays-never during school time-this can be quite frustrating) and all I can do is sleep, lie awake going hot and cold and feeling dizzy and sleep some more. I just about managed to stay awake for Match of the Day hoping Arsenal would bring some cheer to my miserable day-however all they could muster was a 1-1 draw against Middlesbrough so the less said about that the better-it hardly mattered anyway-by this time I was hallucinating Arsene Wenger standing pitchside in his boxers singing the French national anthem.
By Sunday my state of well being had deteriorated further and I spent the day sleeping and feeling ill. My recovery rested solely on United. I lay in bed listening to the match on the radio.
The first half was poor play by United-scrappy, rough, ill disciplined, very uncharacteristic of their usual cool, controlled and confident temperament. The twinkle toed Ronaldo epitomised the way this was going as he fouled himself and later tripped over the ball (this seems hard to believe and I didn’t see it with my own eyes, but we’ll have to trust the radio commentators on this one). Things did not improve for Ronaldo when he sent a cross from which he should have scored sky high. Tottenham were playing well and looked as if they deserved to be in the lead when minutes before half time Ronaldo dived in the penalty box and won a dubious penalty. From where the ref was standing it did look to be a penalty but after seeing the incident from every angle possible from the cameras I wonder if Ronaldo was even touched at all. He goes down like a tower of Jenga blocks. The ref also missed a more valid call for a penalty when Larrson was pushed down in the box and a penalty call for Tottenham when Gary Neville rugby tackled a Tottenham player-although according to a MOTD 2 pundit this sort of grabbing and groping goes on all the time and is part of the modern game. Ronaldo’s amateur dramatics upset me greatly-a player of his calibre is above this (although evidently he doesn’t think this as it has become quite a habit and is at its most prolific when playing for his country)-he should be above it-he’s so talented that he doesn’t need to cheapen himself in this way. It’s ridiculous and he’s earning himself a bad reputation (on top of his reputation for his penchant for Hollyoaks girls). He certainly ensured he is not popular with the Tottenham fans. He swiftly converted the penalty, in what was reminiscent of the World Cup 2006 penalty shoot out, and United were one nil up at half time.
Perhaps Tottenham were dispirited by the injustice of it all but rather it should have conjured a fighting determination. It was United that returned to the pitch, no doubt after some words for Sir Alex about their style of play, with steely tenacity and before the second half could barely get started there was a multitude of goals. This softened the blow of the debateable penalty as United showed that they could earn goals by skill and merit rather than employing underhand tactics, and now in their stride, Spurs didn’t stand a chance. From a Carrick free kick, Vidic ran forward unmarked and sent in a beautiful header-and what a beautiful head Vidic has! His fourth goal of the season. The third goal was bundled in by Scholes after an awesome cross by Ronaldo. Some nice play between Saha and Giggs saw Giggs put away the fourth goal.
Just when victory looked sealed for United and a clean sheet for Van der Saar-the goal keeper was hit in the face by Keane’s knee and suffered a broken nose-rolling about on the pitch he looked worse than I did and that is saying something. Having used all their subs United had to improvise and for a moment it looked as if Ferdinand was going to put on the goalkeepers jersey and gloves, but then O Shea did the honours and took his place between the sticks which must have been a funny sight as it made Wayne Rooney chuckle. He made one good save, stopping his fellow Republic of Ireland team mate, which the MOTD2 pundits declared, Keane, “he’ll never live it down”. O’Shea managed to maintain the clean sheet and a comfortable 4-0 win for United which secures their 6 point lead ahead of Chelsea and made me feel a whole lot better.