I think Wayne Rooney has forgotten his big red cape & blue tights, but the pose is about spot on for a man taking off at the right time for once.
Two years ago, he waited till October 2nd before scoring in the Premiership. Last year it was September 27th.
This year - August 16th, 34 minutes into the first game of the season. And though United's defence looks pretty poor (everyone on the sick and someone's milkman called in to cover), a basic victory will do for the opener. (Liverpool should be so lucky; Spurs fans are singing a Bassong as we speak.)
So -Ronaldo is a distant memory, and Rooney, playing as a striker, with the new no.7, that famous would-be Red, Michael Owen, backing him up, has declared his intentions.
Oh good grief. Football. I love it and I hate it even when my emotions can cope.
Here we go again...