Sunday, 5 April 2009
SO what exactly is there to feel down about?
Every media outlet is telling me I should be slitting my wrists while gloating glory-hunters mock away on the internet.
It's as you were in the Premier League, we need the Mancs to slip up. It's Chelsea again in the Champions League quarter finals on Wednesday.
We are in good form, top scorers in the league and in the stage of the season when we are traditionally at our strongest under Rafa Benitez.
Most importantly, with seven games left, we're in with a chance of the title.
If you'd offered me that at the start of the season I'd have snapped your hand off.
Forget what's gone on since, at the start of the season the task for Benitez was to get closer to winning the league. To see in the New Year with number 19 still a possibility. And to start getting results against our Big Four rivals.
So in that respect, it's job done.
No Red with an ounce of football knowledge seriously expected us to win the league at the start of the campaign.
Of course, now we are so close, things are different.
But the fact remains it's the Mancs' title to lose. Of course, they nearly slipped up for a third game in a row today.
They struggled against a team we swept aside 5-0 and were a scuffed Ronaldo shot and a dream debut goal away from getting beat.
So there's still reasons to be cheerful.
I still believe there's been a shift in the sands since we blew Fergie's boys away at Old Trafford - look at how Villa started today.
Teams are finally going to Stretford believing they can win, and not just rolling over for a tickle.
United still have the added distraction of the FA Cup, a semi-final which is looking more difficult by the day against Everton.
And as Fulham proved, games that people write off as an easy win for United don't always prove that way.
Look at the fixtures, there's plenty of potential for slips ups - for both clubs.
So unlike limp-wristed Lawro, I'm not throwing in the towel. And neither, I'd guess, will Gerrard, Carragher, Mascherano and the rest.
So let the glories gloat - bite your tongue, be gracious, and just think: How sweet would be it be if they throw it all away?