Please.
Some surreal scriptwriter absolutely loves this evergreen twosome. And who wouldn’t, with both players simply oozing class, composure and consistency.
First, it’s quintessential Scholes, who pops up in the box for the millionth time to open United’s account in the 7th minute. At that point, the match seemed like a comfortable walk in the park.
Oh no, that would be contrary to the story and would ruin the fairy tale ending.
You just knew the Canaries would score, given their track record and form, as they created several excellent chances only to be thwarted by a sensational David De Gea, who would have been the MOTM had the score line remained 1-0 United.
From the neutral’s perspective, however, Norwich’s just desserts came in the 83rd minute where Grant Holt delivered the inevitable, a top-class, late goal as they’ve done repeatedly this year.
Now, Sir Alex’s side up the tempo right on command, as we buckle-up for the final seven minutes, plus injury time, of high drama.
After Welbeck missed his wide-open header, you suspected this was the work of the football gods, as if they said, “No, no, son – it’s not your turn” kind of divine intervention.
Then, at full crescendo in our building operatic performance, in the second minute of injury time comes Sir – hint, hint – Ryan Giggs tucking home Young’s marvelous far-post ball with the outside of that magical left boot.
It’s game, set, and match right in front of 1,500 delirious away supporters.
You simply can’t make this stuff up.
How gut-wrenching it must be for both City sides, Norwich and Manchester, to witness this seemingly hidden gear deliver another massive three points
How lucky are we to support United and witness Giggs’ mastery?
Immeasurably fortunate, without question, is the obvious reply.
In hindsight, could this match have ended any other way than for the best ever Premier League player to crown his illustrious career with another match-winning jewel?
Indeed, Giggs will tear you apart again.
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