Who Cares About The League Cup?
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Possession for the reds at 68 per cent
(someone I don’t know told me). Manchester
on one leg . . . Denis Law knew that
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right can be wrong . . . talking of back-
heels, the green and the gold
of Newton Heath on the terraces . . .
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Someone with a wooden spoon, stirring
New York broth, and Gary Neville
wants to get on the pitch and tackle Tevez.
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City have ruined football: they cannot win
and they don’t have much history, always
a small club: even when George was best, City
¶ 5
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were occasionally better than United.
(“That doesn’t make sense” – I said that).
Once upon a surface, United were “home”
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at Maine Road . . .
after the Second World War, fifteen thousand
pounds of debt, paying rent to the blues.
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How many trophies in the cabinets
and how many years . . . and who cares
about the League Cup anyway?
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City on one leg, reeling after Rooney
versus Given. Both teams on Wednesday
on two legs, one towards Wembley.
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