Cometh The Man
Cometh The Man
Cometh The Man
Stunning. Absolutely stunning. Of all the places, of all the moments, of all the teams, Wayne Rooney
gave the world a reminder of his lethality, ruthlessness and class with a strike dubbed by Sir Alex
Ferguson as ‘the best goal Old Trafford has ever seen.’ After
seventy-nine minutes of enthralling, exciting and passionate
football, Rooney escaped from the clutches of the phenomenal
Vincent Kompany to steal the show with a strike from
absolutely nothing, conjuring up the impossible, effectively
murdering any hopes Manchester City held of taking the title to
Eastland’s.
For the third time since rejecting Manchester United back in the summer of 2009, Carlos Tevez
returned to the home of his former employers. Sporting a shorter haircut than last time, and a snood
around his neck, his every touch was greeted with jeers, boos and cheers, the cheering only coming
whenever the Argentinean would be on the floor. But it was not to be a happy reunion for the
energetic forward. He was largely nullified by the brilliant pairing of Nemanja Vidic and Chris
Smalling, with the latter giving a performance with enough authority to convince the critics he may
just be the heir to Rio Ferdinand. Tevez only looked a threat with the introduction of Edin Dzeko, a
nifty header (albeit whilst outside) that was saved by Edwin Van Der Sar the closest he came to
registering a goal. He further became a villainous figure in the closing moments when he ran into
Ryan Giggs and cried foul, but the Welshman’s yellow card nor the former United player’s tumble
proved not to be decisive.
In the second half, it started with less gusto than the first. United were happy to play possession
football, passing the ball around City with relative ease, until their opponents got the ball. David Silva
slipped whilst shooting, his effort floating into the
safe hands of the Dutch goalkeeper. Corners were
aplenty, with Rooney denying Richards with a
diving header. Yaya Toure embarked on a
trademark burst, and was clattered to the floor by
the solid Vidic, yet no penalty was awarded. United
too had chances: Rooney looked destined to get
goal side of Kompany at last, but the Belgium
defender stuck out a leg to prevent the score line
increasing further. The stadium was then left
fuming as Giggs’ cross hit the elbow of Micah
Richards, but Andre Marriener waved play on.
Suddenly, and I mean suddenly, the scores were level in the most fortuitous of circumstances.
Substitute Dzeko, who netted at the same stadium for Wolfsburg in the Champions League in
September 2009, scuffed his shot after a mazy run from substitute and experienced-derby-participant
Shaun Wright- Phillips, only for the ball to deflect off the back of David Silva and into the net. Just like
the same fixture in the previous season,
the tie was level and delicately poised.
And then Manchester United do what Manchester United do. And how. His touch poor, passes
askew, yet technique perfect. Nani curled in another delicious delivery, and Rooney rose to the
heavens with a volley worth its weight in goal, sending the ball soaring like an eagle into the top
corner. His reaction was one of sheer exuberance and ecstasy, confirmation that his relationship with
the club is truly repaired and rekindled, a relationship that could…no…will have many more
memories together in the future.