Just came home from my Man City supporting friend's crib, and surprisingly, I don't feel gutted at all, just a bit disappointed.
We played well for the first 20 minutes or so, but then it started to - slowly, but surely - go downhill, step by step. The penalty decision was a bit shady, but I don't feel like complaining about it, seeing that City eventually deserved to win, no matter what Mike Dean did or did not do. Though I have a feeling that tomorrow I'll see Sir Alex's face on the front page of BBC Sport, ranting and raving about how we were done wrong and whatnot. The usual stuff.
Giggs looked good out there with some nice crosses and some fun little dribbles, and Rooney wasn't too shabby either - but it's hard to get results against a team of City's caliber ('cause let's face it, they're not the same shitbag of a squad they were before - they can actually compete with the best of 'em) with the defensive line being poor, and with Anderson once again displaying none of his supposed skills which we paid £18 million for. I mean, geez, Kompany slipped inside the box before City's second goal, and still Anderson couldn't prevent him from handing the ball to Tevez?
When we had to turn the heat up in the last 15-20 minutes, it became even more clear that we can't win any trophies this season without Nemanja and Rio in the back. Not just because of the obvious defensive reasons, but because Evans and others couldn't keep their cool under pressure and kept on sending these so called 'crosses' all the way over the City line, and basicly just gifted goal kicks to Given. It was poor to watch.
The last few minutes were hectic, as usual, but even though we couldn't equalize, I feel confident about our chances next wednesday at Old Trafford. I mean, fuck, it's Old Trafford, right? It has to turn out good for Man United.