I knew that Man City would thrash Chelsea and thought it would be 4-0.
If ever a spanking was on the cards it was last Sunday and it was a very comprehensive 3-0.
A huge boost for City to win so emphatically against champions who have become a lame rabble.
David Silva is better than ever and big Vince is a giant gladiator again, leading from the front as well as the back.
When Kompany is good, he’s immensely influential.
On form he’s a one-man army. A top guy because he’s smart enough to know how bad he was last term- and honest enough to atone for it.
Realised Chelsea wouldn’t have a goal threat.
I’m still hoping to watch the 90 on my Skybox. Missed the game, went to a garden party.
Man United attack looked immature against Bruges last night but I tweeted it about right.
Unfortunately I’m having one of those silly hectic weeks where everything is happening at once for 4 days. Maybe I’ll just manage to scrape through it.
Still, Monday was lovely. We went for lunch at the Serpentine Bar & Kitchen, walking there through Hyde Park after seeing a gorgeous exhibition of exotic travel photographs at the Royal Geographical Society.
Really appreciate daughter Caroline re-jigging her work schedule to spend my birthday with us.