Apologies for the lack of posting but I came down with a case of bird flu and when you've got the bird flu you have to adhere to a strict diet of no cigarettes or alcohol which means no blog posts. But I'm back and slightly intoxicated and here to tell you about this little match we have coming up on Saturday.
Normally, I'd say having a 12:45 GMT kickoff on Saturday after the international break is bullshit, but since we didn't actually have anyone worth talking about playing abroad for any notable amount of time, what the hell? Stevie G's got that groin thing getting worked out and Torres has pulled a hammy. Both have been supposedly ruled out for the match with Utd, but suddenly after the international games have taken place, there are whispers that one of, if not both, will be available for Saturday. I doubt we'll see both, but don't be surprised if Captain Fantastic shows up to spank Rooney in front of Daddy Alex.
Man Utd is looking pretty fit with the exception of that Real Madrid kid. Since I really don't think Torres will be ready, we'll more than likely see Robbie Keane up front with Dirk Kuyt. I think they'll keep the 4-4-2 formation.
If Gerrard is still having crotch problems, then Alonso will slip into his position. On paper, we win like 35-0. In reality, we shall have to wait and see what happens Saturday at 7:45EST. That means I have to be up at 6:45 to watch some football. Ain't that a bitch? If I drink enough, I can get back to sleep and be at work on time by 3. Rock on.