Being an intermittently observant type, I've noticed that we seem to have scored an impressive number of late goals this season. So I decided to do a bit of snooping around and discovered, in true Poirot fashion, the following earth-shaking facts:
- so far this season we have scored a pant-wetting 22 goals, in all competitions, after the 80th minute. 11 of these have been in the Champions League.
- by comparison, in the three previous full seasons under Benitez, our total figures for equally late goals have been 13 (last season), 16 (2005/06) and a paltry 11 (2004/05).
As someone who can remember the days when we made a habit of notching late winners, to the general annoyance of every non-LFC supporter in the country, and who has seen United become depressingly renowned for the same thing, I find this a hugely comforting trend.
Perhaps it symbolises a greater hunger this season, a desire to keep plugging away up to the final whistle?
Perhaps it reflects greater fitness levels or, difficult though it may be to accept, highlights the impact of substitutions?
Perhaps it confirms I need to get out more?
Whatever, I'll only be happy when we snatch a last minute winner in front of the Stretford End, ideally deflecting in off Rio Ferdinand's ego, while Ferguson's face fails to mask the yawning chasms of pain within.
Please. Make it so.
- so far this season we have scored a pant-wetting 22 goals, in all competitions, after the 80th minute. 11 of these have been in the Champions League.
- by comparison, in the three previous full seasons under Benitez, our total figures for equally late goals have been 13 (last season), 16 (2005/06) and a paltry 11 (2004/05).
As someone who can remember the days when we made a habit of notching late winners, to the general annoyance of every non-LFC supporter in the country, and who has seen United become depressingly renowned for the same thing, I find this a hugely comforting trend.
Perhaps it symbolises a greater hunger this season, a desire to keep plugging away up to the final whistle?
Perhaps it reflects greater fitness levels or, difficult though it may be to accept, highlights the impact of substitutions?
Perhaps it confirms I need to get out more?
Whatever, I'll only be happy when we snatch a last minute winner in front of the Stretford End, ideally deflecting in off Rio Ferdinand's ego, while Ferguson's face fails to mask the yawning chasms of pain within.
Please. Make it so.


good work

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