The Red Devils' bizarre dependency on a 37-year-old is exposed while Arsenal build the most unlikely unbeaten run ever plus a literary reflection on England's latest ex-defenderBy George Ankers
The one-man title challenge
How exactly have Manchester United got themselves into a position where they are entirely reliant on a 37-year-old, who was in full retirement 12 months ago, to do anything and everything?
The Red Devils arrived at Anfield on Sunday armed with a first-half performance so vapid and empty that it might as well have married Peter Andre and once again it required the introduction of Paul Scholes for them to learn how to keep hold of the ball.
With a miles-past-his-best Ryan Giggs starting apparently on a political basis just to avoid having to make Patrice Evra captain for a potential powderkeg of an occasion, it was essentially left to Michael Carrick to hold off the Liverpool midfield.
Said midfield consisted of possession machine Joe Allen alongside Steven Gerrard and Jonjo Shelvey, two men decidedly "up for it" as the hosts got swept up in emotion (in a good way). It was hardly a fair fight.
Struggling in the centre at Anfield is not a new phenomenon for United but their total dependency on Scholes decidedly is. The ginger Gandalf has already had to step in to tell Southampton: "You shall not pass (I shall instead)!", with the difference in performance with and without him startling.
|Marouane Fellaini and his hair
The be-afro'd colossus was once again in unplayable form this weekend, battering Swansea City black and blue at the Liberty Stadium. Plus, he got away with a 'Street Fighter'-style Ryu Hadouken to punch his way to a goal.
The two Demba strikers at Newcastle, Ba and Papiss Cisse, apparently operate on some strange lunar calendar as one's form waxes and the other wanes, never both shining brightly. For now, it's the syrup-loving strikezilla who's enjoying the good times, smashing home another goal to turn over Norwich City.
"See what happens when you drop me, huh, boss? D'you see?"
Yet there they are, second in the Premier League table with 12 points. Without Scholes' ability to keep his head and pick a pass, they would be comfortably in the bottom half.
The man is making a single-handed run for Premier League glory. Well, a walk. He's got to be careful at his age, after all.
The weirdest unbeaten run ever
Strange things are happening at Arsenal. An almost unequivocal shambles in 2011-12, then selling their captain and best player to a huge rival just before the end of the transfer window... things really weren't supposed to go right.
But somehow they are. The Gunners are fifth in the league but perhaps behind only Chelsea in terms of actual form and, crucially, are still unbeaten.
It's not for want of trying. For a back line containing Per Mertesacker and Carl Jenkinson while protecting Vito Mannone in goal, keeping clean sheets was generally understood to be a physical impossibility.
Yet the German has evolved during the summer from a lumbering ooze to a titanic defensive behemoth, blocking everything with nerves of steel, while the skittish, mousy Jenkinson seems to have aged five years overnight. OK, Mannone made a bit of a hash of the goalscoring corner on Sunday but he's actually saved shots here and there too!
Not even Laurent Koscielny calmly passing the ball to Sergio Aguero in a perfect scoring position just after equalising at the other end could break the early-season undefeated streak.
Forget the title challenge - at this rate, Arsenal are going to have a new set of unlikely heroes. When it happens, MTW recommends that this strange bunch be known as the Inconceivables.
This is what MTW thinks of when it's trying to make itself go to sleep.
Quote of the weekend
"This is England. We're playing in England, we're not playing in Europe"
– Geography was never Tony Pulis' strong suit.
I am writing to seek your medical advice.
Friends and family are insisting that I "look a bit peaky" and might be coming down with Second Season Syndrome after losing 3-0 to Everton. "Swanny," they tell me, "your disciplinary record - I mean, er, skin - is blotted in yellow and red blotches!"
Honestly, I feel fine. Just because I'm getting more cards much more quickly than I did last year doesn't mean there's anything to worry about, right? I know I've had some relatively important internal organs surgically removed over the summer but all the limbs basically do what they're told.
A 20-year-old boy stormed up to an elderly man and called him a c*** but it's the youngster for whom MTW is scared. He may be 70 but Sir Alex Ferguson could quite easily carry off the Michael Caine vigilante role in 'Harry Brown'. Pick on someone your own age, Jonjo - for your own safety.
Form is temporary and class is permanent, so the Spaniard's supporters (Torresistas?) relentlessly preach. But, after another performance against Stoke City which suggested regression rather than progress, can we finally just admit that three years of enduring pants-ness is about as "permanent" as football gets?
The south-coast side had a golden opportunity on their hands to record the Premier League's first pointless season but tragically choked and beat Aston Villa 4-1. They might stay up but they've missed out on the history books. The wimps.
S. City Football Club, Swansea
Well, Mr City, MTW has reviewed your test results and it is concerned about your anger management issues. Mood swings could be a symptom of a larger disease.
That said, your circulation is healthier than most and, if MTW may say so, you're still very easy on the eye so the signs are otherwise quite good.
Prognosis: Survival. But do some exercises for your back just to be safe.
A poem for John Terry
So, John Terry, you have
Retired from England duty
Before you were pushed?
For the Three Lions
You roared often the loudest
(Louder than required)
Blaming the FA
Which should have suspended you
Was a noble touch
Now how will England
Win tournaments without you?
(The same as before)
You'll be remembered
For all that pace, grace and tact
That you didn't have
And also that time
When you flogged your personal
Wembley box for cash
A word you often prompted
But could you spell it?