Those Priceless Moments
What a day it was! After Wayne Rooney has been criticised by oh-so-many people around, he answered in style, with banging in a great hat-trick at Bolton Wanderers.
Once again, the Reds' destroyed a team with their passing, fluency, flair and composure. Last time we produced such a performance, Fulham staggered away from the pitch at the break, being 4-0 down after 19 minutes. But for all United-doubters, a great excuse produced itself in the form of Fulham's traditionally lamentable away performance. But what will they say now?
In case anyone forgot: Bolton had not conceded at home before today's game in the season. They were third in the table, beat Liverpool and everyone expected them to give us a hard time. Then what happened? United were on song and should have buried Bolton in the first 20 miutes. Rooney scored twice, then the lads missed some chances and when half-time arrived, we were left wondering how did Bolton avoid conceding at least five?
The second half was a bit of a bore as the Red Devils eased off. But for me, it was still a wonderful time. All fans were presented with the opportunity to savour our display while cheering the lads on. Then Ronaldo scored, Rooney completed his hat-trick and it was a perfect, stylish finish of a thrilling afternoon.
Now I'm perfectly aware of the fact that this match did not decide anything in our season, that Chelsea won again and all. But this is not the point. The point is that we were treated regally again. When I think back on this season, I'll be able to find fond memories with absolute ease, regardless of our later achievements.
Of course I want the team to win trophies. Winning is special, gives you limitless gloating rights at school, workplace etc. But I love the anticipation. I love to hear that we will be contenders because we were magnificent again. It's wonderful to savour the knowledge that we're capable of such a high level of football when I do not know where this football will take the team.
When United are not playing well, I desperately try to find out what went wrong and how could it affect our whole season - and usually I completely ruin my days what is a truly pathetic thing to do. But when we produce such a dazzling display I don't try to make predictions about the outcome of our season, I just savour those priceless moments. That is strange, if you come to think about it. Really, a fan should relish to contemplate the chances of winning trophies after a beautiful victory and should shut one's brain up when one witnessed a stinking performance. But for me, this is not the way. I'm more than happy to find the good and bad omens (the bad ones usually prevail...) when we are playing frustratingly but I do not want to foresee anything when the good days arrive; I just drift back to the goals and passes and runs which thrilled me some days before. And it's wonderful to do so.