Happy Days, Dad of the Year, trip to Paris.

Great week really. Wednesday night was something else. I've missed two games at OT that I shall forever regret: the night of the 50 Mibs when we beat Roma 7-1 and spent half an hour pre-match tossing full beer cans into their away following and now the Carling Cup Semi Final 2010. After a week of bragging and remarkable feats of public delusion (could Garry Cook make himself look like any more of a twat?) the Red half of Manchester reclaimed their throne from the blue pretenders. A truly excellent atmosphere at OT inspired a fantastic United performance, and it was all the more heartening to see swathes of Green and Gold scarves whistling around the Strettie after Wazza's 90th minute winner.

Closely followed by a terrific victory over Arsenal yesterday and United look focused and confident for the first time this season. I can't help thinking that the fruition of the Anti-Glazer movement is partly responsible for the improvement on the pitch: United fans have been galvanized and the thought of loosing to an economically buoyant ciddy on Wednesday was simply unthinkable. There will be dark days ahead, so it would be foolish to get giddy after two admittedly brilliant results, but it is heartening to see the likes of Rooney, Evans, Evra, Fletcher, Scholes, Giggs and dare I say it Nani, playing with pride and total commitment to the cause.

Two players currently in the public eye are Carlos Tevez and John Terry. Both have a taste for money (don't we all) and both have had tough encounters with United fans in recent times. Unfortunately one is a complete and utter cunt, the other merely a product of modern football. I've joined in with the fairly moronic anti-Tevez chanting this season, but despite his public spate with Gary Neville in the press and some superb performances against us in a lazer blue shirt, I still find it difficult to dislike the tenacious Argentinean striker. He was an excellent player during his short time with United and he scored some vitally important goals. It was the combination of Glazer induced debt and the worrying influence of his poisonous agent Kia Jorcabim (can't be bothered to look up the spelling) that precipitated his departure from OT in the summer and who can blame him for taking the rejection personally. Those United fans who have forgotten his performance in the 2008 Champions League Final in Moscow, merely confirm the sense that modern football fans are as fickle as they are thick.

On the subject of that epic night in the Russian capital 19 months ago, who can forget John Terry's treatment of Tevez during the fraught final minutes of extra time. Caught on a slow motion replay the Chelsea captain can clearly be seen spitting into the Argentine's face, hiding his mouth behind an upturned collar. Has ever such an insidious man walked on the football field?

As I write this I'm off to Paris for my first film shoot. Should be top.

Will keep you updated from afar. till then x