Well, finally booked tickets to the Mood I concert. Bit of a relief actually, considering IIT-B's best effort to mind-boggle anyone who visits their website with loads of words and virtually zero links. Much like their Chemistry textbooks, loads of words which make no sense. Speaking of complexities, it was frustrating to see United playing the way they did on saturday night. They didn't look like a team with any purpose or intensity. They just looked plain shabby, which quite frankly, they have looked throughout the season. Here's where we miss a certain Portuguese Magician. One minute of inspiration from him could have changed the match and instead, we had Berb bumbling a volley, Rooney tumbling and Anderson, well looking as though he was playing football for the first time. Agreed that you have a bad game every now and then, but we have looked below par most of the time this season and we looked pretty bad last season scrapping 1-0 wins most of the time. It's no fun watching United play terrible, patchy scrappy football for long periods of the game and sneaking in a couple. Where is the United of '99, the United of '02 or the United of '06 for that matter?? These teams not only were solid in defense but also played some classy fluid football which United simply cannot play over long periods of time. I know the team is undergoing a metamorphosis of sorts and it consists of a few players past their prime but the fact that they are still the best around and the team will miss them is a concern. Who will step into the quite massive boots of Giggs, Scholes, Van der Sar and Neville? Agreed that we are still second place in the league, in the Champions League Knockout stages, the FA cup and the Carling Cup but it's been sneak a goal in there, tap one there and lets wait for an own goal. No spark, no imagination. I can only hope that we hit a purple patch soon as Chelsea look quite strong this season and will give us a good title challenge. " It's Carrick, Carrick to Fletcher, Fletcher to Valencia, Valencia crosses, Berbatov heads to Rooney, and it's Rooneyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!". Till then, Joga Bonito.