It was a great game of football, two top teams going toe to toe, could have been any score to be honest but we took our chance/s and they didn’t so everyone can suck it
From the first whistle we played our game, passes in quickly to the forwards, attacking with pace and precision, a very good performance first half. Started the second half in the same manner, created some great chances to extend our lead but the last thirty or so was pretty tough against a very good Spurs, we looked pretty jaded maybe due to the travelling midweek or just not used to the intensity but we were resilient and Dave was brilliant.
Fantastic win, level on points with Arsenal with them playing Chelsea next week and we’re only going to get better.
Barney Ronay from the Guardian has been on the piss, and then some. Some higlights:
United produced 60 minutes of pure, uncut Ole-ball and then: enter gloveman Manchester United’s win over Spurs gave a glimpse of that babyfaced tactical brain and a demonstration of the gifts of his genius-level lime green octopus of a goalkeeper
The plan worked for about an hour. Steadily it ran out of steam. By the end it had gone out of the window. At which point: enter gloveman.
David de Gea also happens to be a line-hogging, genius-level lime green octopus of a goalkeeper. He was hilariously good here, and good in that sui generis way, a style he has concocted out of his own brilliantly limber physical gifts.
De Gea saved United at least four times with his feet, adopting that strange leg-wobbling Elvis move whereby he seems to lose all tension in his body, to collapse like a papier- mâché doll, feet flopping into just the right spot to block some goal-bound bullet.
Hands? Who needs hands? De Gea can probably tile a floor with those toes. Spurs had 20 shots at Wembley but somehow none of them ever really looked like going in. De Gea may or may not be the best goalkeeper in the world. But on days like this he is surely the most compelling, most original and most thrillingly ice-cold.