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Well, well, well. Has that made things interesting? I mean, considering Jose is putting his eggs pretty much in the basket labelled Europa League, United's win at Old Trafford has to go down as a bit of a shock...
Each week makes it look more likely that the top six will end in their current shape meaning doom and gloom for Arsene. At the bottom, it feels like Swansea and Hull City will play their own version of pass the parcel with that remaining relegation spot. It is too close to call, as ever.
Well, if the reward for international football is a bumper week of Premier League football then I apologise to international football for all the rude things I have called it recently. What a week of action we've had, with some twists and turns, some slap and tickle, and some expert displays of boosting footballers' confidence in public!
Whoa, whoa, whoa Chelsea. What's that all about, hey? We've already wrapped up this Premier League title thank you very much
Let's start in an unexpected way today. Just imagine how bad Sunderland against Burnley must have been to watch. 0-0 must have been the most guaranteed result of the day. It's nice to see Jermain Defoe back in the England squad though, if only as a reward for putting up with only being passed the ball about 25 times this season.
It was a funny old weekend of football. Premier League matches alongside some juicy FA Cup Quarter Finals always dilute the attention and I am not sure we are any the wiser as a result. Mind you, it would take more than a game of football to make me wise, that is for sure.
When the significance of the game is brought to the fore, we become humans again. Football, as a form of escapism, is perfect way for fans to distract themselves from the realities of life, but the necessity to switch is something that throws us off guard. Sport, unfortunately, has the trouble of encountering tragedy frequently. That said, it can be content in the knowledge that its community will always preserve its human instincts; there are things more important in life.
Every year, hundreds of predictions are made about the football season ahead. Promotion and relegation candidates are pored
I may get into legal trouble for not predicting Leicester to finish dead last, but even I'm not stupid enough to assume that they will finish lower than a Hull side attempting to break Derby's record for least points in a season.
With inflated prices for top players at an all time high, and competition for those stars even higher, wealth is now the trickiest simplicity in the modern game. As September edges ever closer, it will be those without the aptitude to manoeuvre in this market who will perish against the financial might of the Premier League's elite.