After United's comprehensive 3-0 victory over Newcastle, you can only sit back in deep admiration of the skill, craft and guile so elegantly displayed by the ginger-haired assasin.
And, no Scholes’ master-class performance would be remotely complete without a poorly placed tackle or two, ultimately leading a yellow card to open the EPL season: the cherry on top of the sundae.
I know, I know.
As a United supporter, you must ask yourself “Am I living in a dream world, some form of Groundhog Day or Life on Mars episode that takes you back in time to relive yet again another elegant display by the man who scores goals?"
If so, I don't ever want to leave this place.
No way, no how could anyone have expected this fine form from the two long-standing servants to the club. Yet, Messrs Scholes and Giggs continue to amaze, delight, and re-define our expectations of thirty-something footballers.
But really, how much longer must we put up with the same, repetitive descriptions of our beloved midfielders?!
How many times have we witnessed “evergreen” Giggs and “sublime” Scholes to describe their vintage performances?!
The fact that one game into the 2010/11 campaign, I'm having flashbacks to three years’ worth of superlative match reports praising on one, the other, or both players is astonishing.
The other fact - that reporters have become altogether repetitive with their own language after such fine performances - demonstrates their own awe and virtual speechlessness, with the descriptions becoming almost cliché.
Thirty-five is the new twenty-five, with the evergreen and sublime, the men avoiding father time.
Cheers to another year of relentless, redundant adjectives and hyperbole from the men you must see.
I don't ever want to leave this place indeed.
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