Comfortable Win Against Wolves Reserves

Manchester United 3 - Wolves 0
Scorers
Manchester United: Rooney (pen 30), Vidic (43), Valencia (66)

Team: Kuszczak, Vidic (Fletcher 60), Carrick, De Laet, Evra, Scholes, Gibson, Valencia, Obertan (Welbeck 71), Berbatov, Rooney (Owen 76)

After the weekend victory at White Hart Lane, Mick McCathy opted to save his players and fielded a shadow team. Sensing an easy victory and a chance to level up on points with Chelsea, we came out of the blocks in fiery fashion.

Rooney nearly gave us an early lead but his shot was well saved by the big American, Hahnemann. Subsequent chances were spurned as it started to look like it wasn't our night.

Despite fielding a reserve team, Wolves gave a good account of themselves, coming close to taking the lead when Friend shot over from close range.

Eventually it was Wolves who blinked first. Just as the game was playing into a stalemate, with a huge emphasis on 'stale' on our part, we were gifted a penalty for an inexplicable handball. Rooney gleefully put us into the lead from the spot.

Vidic added a second before the half with a bullet header that hit Hahnemann and squirmed into the corner in agonising fashion if you're a Wolves fan.

Wolves came out in the second half playing for pride and with determination. While they did not trouble Vidic or Carrick, they did managed to find alot of possession. We had some difficulty taking the ball from them.

Carrick may have found his calling in this United side. He was having a blinder in central defense. Nothing got past him. Even when partnered with De Laet who was moved into the other central defensive role, he proved to be the outstanding man at the back. If our defensive crisis carries on, Carrick may just be our trump card.

We scored the 3rd goal in the game in magnificent fashion. Berbatov's overhead kick was met by Valencia who rifled it into the top of the net. It was a goal that was simply majestic in the way it was set up.

Berbatov must be one of the hardest player in a red jersey to root for. For the entire game, he's been hanging his shoulders, shrugging when he doesn't get the ball. In a way there is a lot of Ronaldo in him and most of it bad. Yet, when I was cursing at his languid style of play, he pops up and produces a gem of a pass for Valencia. It was as if there were eyes at the back of his head when he made the pass. And then he goes on to make it as frustrating as possible to root for him again.

We ran out 3-0 winners at the final whistle. It could have been more, and it could have been better given the quality of the players we were playing against. But after the weekend's loss, I'm just happy we're back on track.