Test Drives and Late Drama

Please click the photo above to play the daily videoSunday started the way Sundays around here tend to — with rounds, because the calendar's opinion on rest days rarely matches the ward's. Brisk enough, though, and done with enough time to spare that the rest of the morning still felt like it belonged to the weekend rather than merely following it.

Home early, then straight into something with a bit more shine to it — a test drive booked at iCAUR, the sort of appointment that turns an ordinary Sunday into one with a little anticipation built in. It delivered, too. A good spin, by all accounts — the kind of drive that makes the walk back to your own car afterwards feel like a slight downgrade, even when your own car's done nothing wrong.

From there to TRX for lunch, which rounded the morning off nicely, followed by a bit of a diversion into merchandise — Anita had her eye on the new Mercedes F1 top, and there's a particular efficiency to a shopping trip with one specific target rather than a vague browse. In and out, mission achieved, no lingering required.

Home early again after that, with the evening earmarked for staying exactly where we were — a proper quiet night in, the sort that doesn't need justifying after a day that had already covered its bases nicely. It opened with two new episodes of The Gentlemen, which is precisely the kind of viewing built for a lazy Sunday evening — stylish, a bit knowing, easy to sink into without asking too much of you.

Then it was time for the race, and this is where the evening's good mood met some resistance. George Russell came home second, respectable enough on paper, but not quite the result that gets celebrated with any real enthusiasm — the sort of finish that reads as fine rather than fitting. And then, as if the day had been saving up one more twist, United contrived to get pegged back for a last-gasp equaliser, the kind of goal that arrives just late enough to undo whatever composure had built up over the previous eighty-odd minutes. There's a special sort of quiet that follows a stoppage-time leveller — not shouting, not despair, just a resigned sort of silence that says everything on its own.

So the day ends on a slightly flatter note than it started, which feels almost unfair given how well the earlier hours had gone — a good test drive, a good lunch, a mission accomplished at the till, and a show that delivered exactly what was asked of it. Sport, as ever, declined to read the room. Still, one dropped point and one runner-up finish is a fairly mild way for a good Sunday to lose its shine, and there's always the next race, and the next match, to put it right.

Going for the Dozen

The Southampton win last night was a great result for us. But that would be meaningless if we did not capitalise on it. We must have to go for the win. Anything less would be a mini disaster. And we would not want any mini disasters at this stage of the campaign. We want to go twelve points clear.

We had been churning away results without really playing well. And with Fellaini in the side, Everton was more than capable of upsetting us. As they did last season. It was the late draw here at Old Trafford that put our title aspirations in tatters.

True enough, Uncle Giggsy just put us in front with a great team effort, marking him as they only player to have scored in every season of the Premier League since its inception. It was still early doors though. We only played 20 minutes so far, and Everton looked dangerous. I will be biting my nails through out the game.

Not the Best of Starts

I set the alarm at 3, all excited about the new season. United invested on three new faces with a couple of those on display at the game last night. Van Persie started from the bench and only appeared for the last 20 minutes or so, for the much maligned Danny Wellbeck.

The first half was all Everton, with United struggling to cope with the aerial presence of Marouone Fellaini. De Gea was a decent shot-stopper but his presence in the box still need some working, but compared to last season, he was much better. With Ferdinand out injured, Carrick deputised at center back. Both he and Vidic coped well on the deck, but struggled with crosses.

Midfield was compact Scholes and Cleverley playing close to each other, with Wellbeck and Nani providing the width. The new number 7, Valencia was at right back, hence United struggled to provide penetration. Often, Kagawa had to drop deep to pick up the passes, isolating Rooney up front. With Distin and Jagielka forming a solid shield, United struggle to get the breakthrough.

A series of stunning stop by De Gea kept the match goalless until halftime, but the soon after the break, Fellaini got his just reward for being a thorn, out jumping Vidic Carrick from a corner. De Gea had no chance. United tried to assert their authority after that with injection of some pace. Van Persie was introduced, but again, he dropped deep, and sometimes wide rather than being an all out striker. We have yet to fine the right balance with our attacking formations. Our wingers failed to kept the pitch wide or find the forwards with their crosses. The Everton defense stood their ground well against what United had to offer.

Disappointed but not dissatisfied. Was not exactly the start of the season I was hoping for, but it was better to lose early doors and start building up. On for the game .....