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With the exception of having ones genitals sponged by a selection of air hostesses from KLM Royal Dutch Airlines, there's no more pleasant a Sunday afternoon pass-time than watching Manchester United and Chelsea hacking their way through ninety minutes of sheer hell while the Arsenal boys rest at home sipping sonsaire and eating cheese.

In much the same way as their plane in 1958, I fancy Manchester United to slip and slide their way to a footballing disaster today against neighbouring Citeh (Poor taste? Me?). A United/Draw, half-time/full-time wager may have to be placed, with possibly a cheeky first goalscorer wager on Carlos Tevez also.

It'll be their own fault too. I can't see why the Munich air disaster needs to be respected just because it's the fifty year anniversary. Fifty is an arbitrary number. It doesn't need remembering in the same way as sommat like the Hillsborough disaster which in a sense, everyone involved in football contributed to and is worth remembering so it doesn't happen again.

This was just a plane crash, there's nothing fans can do to stop it happening again. It's not a footballing tragedy, it's a Manchester United tragedy and most United fans in the stadium today will not have been alive in 1958 and won't be able to name the Busby Babes under interrogation.

I fancy there's enough doom and gloom occurring in the world today without having to hark back to something that has nothing to do with anyone anymore and is really just an opportunity for some to indulge in a bit of voyeurism or mawkish sympathy gaining.

Speaking of disasters, the citizens of Liverpool with their own inherent maudlin nature can't wait to get up in the morning to have a minutes silence over something and I fancy they'll have reason to mourn after this days work.

I fancy Chelsea to win this one quite comfortably. Liverpool may have had the Indian sign over Chelsea in recent seasons, but I feel Chelsea have exorcised those demons and that stroppy rat faced c*nt Anelka will feast, fit to gorge on Liverpool's joke of a defense. I fancy a 3-0 home victory and why not.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to mourn the loss of ex-Arsenal reserve centre-back Jack Fallon who died tragically in 1935 after being alive.