No Place Like Home

Manchester United 2 - Chelsea 1
Scorers
Manchester United: Hernandez (1), Vidic (23)
Chelsea: Lampard (68)

Team: Van der Sar, Rio, Vidic, O'Shea (Evans 46), Fabio (Smalling 88), Carrick, Giggs, Park, Valencia, Rooney, Hernandez

Champions elect! Surely there can be no way we can fuck this one up even if we tried. 6 points clear and only 6 left to play for, it's going to take a herculean effort just to screw this one up, especially when our next two opponents are Blackburn and Blackpool, both fighting to stay alive in the Premiership.

The day started on a brilliant note. Hernandez was on hand to blaze thru to Park's pass in the opening seconds of the game and he made sure of an early lead, setting the stage alight with an exciting performance by the home team.

It was mostly United right from kick off. Chelsea never really had their engine going and were picked off in midfield by the ever-green Giggs and the ever industrious Park. It wasn't long before we got our second.

Vidic was left unmarked for a Giggs' corner and he grabbed the invitation to head United two up with barely half an hour gone. The title looked firmly in our grasp and Chelsea were left with the impossible to deal.

Despite playing well, we allowed Chelsea to pull one back with Lampard poking home at close range, but the game was mostly well dominated by us. We had the monopoly of chances. Rooney and Hernandez squandered most of the shots which would have made the scoreline more reflective of the wonderful performance we put in on the day.

Next week we travel to Ewood Park to face Blackburn. A point would see the title come to Old Trafford and a 19th overall title. More importantly, it means we leapfrog those no-good scousers.

Wembley, Here We Come

Manchester United 4 - Schalke 1
Scorers
Manchester United: Valencia (26), Gibson (31), Anderson (72, 76)
Schalke: Jurado (34)


Team: Van der Sar, Smalling, Evans, O'Shea, Fabio (Evra 59), Scholes (Fletcher 73), Gibson, Anderson, Valencia, Nani, Bervatov (Owen 77)

We're having one of our most important elections in Singapore and I'm spending much of my time convincing family and friends on our options.

To keep things brief, we play a really good game. We probably didn't have as many chances as last week, but this shadow put forth did really well. We smashed 4 past the best keeper in the world and always looked threatening whenever we had the ball.

The important thing here is that we rest our big guns against our big game against Chelsea.

While that game could define our season, I'll probably not be penning my thoughts on it. It's the date that our election results will be announced and and I could very well be drunk on joy or sorrow, depending which way the wind blows.

It's Going Down The Wire

Arsenal 1 - Manchester United 0
Scorer
Arsenal: Ramsey (56)


Team: Van der Sar, Rio, Vidic, Fabio, Evra, Carrick (Owen 85), Anderson (Valencia 56), Park, Nani, Rooney, Hernandez (Berbatov 74)

Well, I suppose it all boils down to next week's game against Chelsea. Once again we cannot produce away from home.

But let's not take credit away from Arsenal. They played a really good game. For the first 25 or so minutes, it looked like they were going to run away with the game, just like they have been doing all season. The problem with Arsenal is that they love to pass the ball. It's almost they are in love with the idea of passing the ball and totally forgetting that the whole point of it is to put it into the back of the net. They simply refuse to shoot unless it's a pass into the net.

For all the possession, I didn't think they had a shot on target in the first half and we went into the break deadlocked.

The second half was slightly better from us, but it was Arsenal who struck first blood. A lack of concentration at the back allowed Van Persie to wigggle his way and find Ramsey for the smart finish. Ferguson threw on the big guns but we never looked like scoring.

So it seems that next week's game at Old Trafford is what this season is all about. Win it and we're almost sure of crossing the finish line. Lose it and we're set for a nervous end to the season.