My oh my, what a thrilling encounter last night. First half, we were crusing. Key moments was obviously the Smalling goal which had a teeny hint of offside, but heck, I'll take it considering the load of refereeing decisions going against us everytime we go up against the Renties. 2nd goal from Nani was a stormer. Any 2nd rate team would know not to let him dribble at will so easily and have a free shot at goal. It was poor man marking from their side, but the hit would've taken a finger off Cech had he touched it, damn it was powerful. 3rd goal from Rooney was lucky, pinball stuff. Overall in the first half, both sides were equal, but the scoreline flattered us coz of some luck and more lethal finishing. The save for "the hey ya" from Ramires was crucial as hell. Bad finishing, but that was not to be the worst of the match. I switched to channels and saw out the Citeh game. Yes, a chance to go top and widen the gap!

Going in for the break, I was confident this was going to be an easy three points. Dare say, I was xpecting another mauling a la vs Arsenal. However, the moment the match restarted, doubt began to settle in again. Quickfire goal from the Renties had us thinking, are they really gonna steal a point of us? We got shakey, played with more carefulness about us. And then we got a penalty. Yes, heres a chance to kill it I thought to myself. Finish them off once and for all. Its not often we see Rooney not score a peno, but the moment the ball left his boot into orbit you just had to wonder, was Rooney trolling Terry for that Moscow miss? His face didnt seem like he was overly dissappointed with it. Dang.

It got a little nervy but we held on. I though to myself, alright, keep the 2 goal lead into the final 5 minutes and we've sealed it. I seemed to notice Torres had a swagger about him after his goal. It was like he was finally in tune with his Liverpool persona, and he gave us a torrid time at the back. All until that 'moment.' Yea. That moment. He sidestepped De Gea like he was never there. Open goal gaping. I though, damn, this is it. They might get a point. And then. From 3 metres. With an empty net. Ball perfectly poised for him to strike. At the feet of the most expensive World Cup holder. He somehow managed to hit it yards away from the goal. I kept quiet. I didnt know how to react. When reality struck, I didnt know whether to laugh or thank the Lord in relief. I did both. He was never the same after that.

The final whistle blew. Three points. Top of the table. Yes.