by Edar Mullan
This article was originally penned on September 16 as a way to keep myself out of the pub on a Friday night. However, two lunchtimes later the subject of this piece managed to out-do himself completely in a fantastic game against Manchester United, whilst simultaneously usurping ‘Rosenthal’ as a by-word for how-the-hell-did-he-miss-that-open-goal in playgrounds up and down the country. I had been gambling on the fact that, in the red half of Manchester, amid a record breaking start to the season and with Wayne Rooney gunning for a third hat-trick in as many games, Oh Fernando wouldn’t get so much as a sniff. Then the goal happened. Then that miss happened.