Man United - Tennis Talk
Also remember when some United players were talking about the farts on the coach? Check some video banter on the subject!
lmao. oh god…they’re all just overgrown boys.
This season just keeps on getting better for Arsenal.
After looking poor against Liverpool on Saturday, the under-fire Gunners boss Arsene Wenger was handed an additional two match ban for “not abiding by the decision of the control and disciplinary body during the English club’s Champions League play-off game against Udinese”.
This week may be the turning point in terms of Arsenal’s season as they deal with Udinese on Wednesday (holding a slim 1-0 lead in the tie) and then Manchester United at Old Trafford on the weekend. Wenger has already been called out by Manchester City manager Roberto Mancini over his protracted stance on the Samir Nasri transfer and told the Frenchman that the deal will be off if Nasri features in Italy on Wednesday. Wenger’s team has one point from six so far in the Premier League and have not won at Old Trafford (where they will not have a number of players available due to suspension) since 2008.
It’s going to be a big week in North London.
West Bromwich Albion 1-2 Manchester United. Pt.3
Barclays Premier League: Game 1 - August 14, 2011.
That’s what sets good players and special players apart - being able to score on the big occasions, and score great goals like that one. I mean, it was one of the best goals I’ve ever seen at Old Trafford. - Ryan Giggs.
By Jon Horner, the man behind all of AFR’s wonderful comics, writing from London
To me, Wembley stadium is a magical place. And look, that’s me to the left, standing in the tunnel at Wembley! Crazy.
In 1994, aged seven, I saw my first ever proper football match. It was the FA Cup final and Man United, in their splendid lacey-collared shirts, beat Chelsea 4-0 in the stadium where England had once lifted the World Cup. And that’s why I support Man United. I watched it on TV with my Dad who, with the precision, skill and timing of Andrei Kanchelskis at his very best, managed to be asleep as every single goal went in, despite me waking him up to see each replay.
Not long after that I saw my first live football match. Again, it was with my Dad and, again, the match took place at Wembley. It was a junior match between England and France and I managed to, quite spectacularly, catch chicken pox the very next day. But then those absolute brutes pulled down the twin towers, turfed up the greyhound track and, with all the pace of Neville Southall, whacked a monstrous shiny arch in its place.
Because I am extremely lucky, those fine ladies and gents at Heineken sponsoring the tournament took me and a few other bloggers to the new Wembley on the day before the Champions League final to mooch around, look in wonder at the players and pinch ourselves every couple of minutes. I took a few photos to make ensure the afternoon was real, and to share with you of course. Here it is. Pretty magical, right?
That awkward moment when you’re trying to take a picture with your bff and people throw socks at you.