Well, kickoff is about an hour away and I’m surprisingly calm. Maybe the utter stress of the past week has made me numb, but I’m just hoping for the best at Old Trafford.
That said, we couldn’t have asked for a worse time to play United.
They’re a wounded animal, angry that they’ve dominated matches from start to finish but somehow their finishing has let them down. They’ll be looking to send a message and sending it against an alleged Top Four challenger will be exactly what the doctor, or Sir Alex, ordered.
If you had to pick out a massive weak spot in our defensive unit (other than the Black Hole Of Doom known as the Jenas-Zokora partnership) it would be our ability to deal with crosses. Doesn’t matter if it’s open play or a set piece, you’ll find Paul Robinson rooted to his line while our defenders are letting their man go free left and right. It was a problem for us even when Ledley and Dawson were in the side and it’s certainly not going to be better with Rocha and Gardner in there.
