54 years ago in Munich, 8 of Manchester United's brightest stars were killed when the aircraft that was bringing them back home crashed. Along with them, 3 of the backroom staff, 8 journalists and 2 other passengers also perished bringing the total casualty count to 21. Nothing could have prepared the city of Manchester and indeed the whole footballing world for a tragedy of that scale.

• Michael Carrick and @rioferdy5 are still class :

Yesterday, a certain Michael Carrick showed us why Fergie still has him in the team. Inside that calm exterior, Carrick showed so much character and with his silken one touch and switch of play kept the tight Newcastle defence on their toes.

Dear Footballing Gods,

I'm not asking for a £40m marquee signing

I'm not asking for a £200k a week player

I'm not asking for a hard man in the middle of the park

I'm not asking for another behemoth at center half

I'm not asking for this manager to be sacked and a new one brought in, in his place

I'm not asking for Silent Stan to give daily interviews

I'm not asking for a fully fit ever uninjured squad

I'm not asking for a celebrity girlfriend

I'm not even asking for the Daily Fail to be shut down

All I'm asking for is that we don't lose to the bloody Spuds.

It's been four months and seventeen days since I wrote my last post at BigFourZa (and if you thought I pulled that fact out of my ass, wait till you read the rest of this post). To put that into perspective, that's almost twenty eight months in dog years, or in a more footballing context, a time when Chelsea actually had hopes of winning the Premier League.

It's been four months and seventeen days since I wrote my last post at BigFourZa (and if you thought I pulled that fact out of my ass, wait till you read the rest of this post). To put that into perspective, that's almost twenty eight months in dog years, or in a more footballing context, a time when Chelsea actually had hopes of winning the Premier League.

Arvi's Note : Imagine a girl fair looking, not morbidly obese sitting all alone by herself, throwing shy-glances all over, in a bar full of gay men. The Scouse situation in Bigfourza is not much different. Slowly forgotten and gradually fading into oblivion.