Great start mate! I´ll be following.
Saturday 25th May 2013, Old Trafford, Awards Night
Nervous didn't cover it. I had my heart in my mouth, and butterflies in my stomach, and I don't even like butterflies! Awards night was the best, and for some, the worst part of the season. Spending all season believing your name will be called out for the award, then it coming down to the time where the name is called out, and it isn't yours, having your hopes crushed, by that name.
Judging by my recent luck with the fact I won't ever play under Sir Alex Ferguson again, an award this season didn't cross my mind.
I won it, I actually won it! I was stunned at the fact. I was sure last years winner Michael Keane would get it again, but no. This is where I change, where I make a name for myself, first Reserve Player of the Year, next First Team Player of the Year, then finally the Ballon D'Or, anyway, the new manager will be unveiled soon before I set of on my holidays, 6 weeks in the Bahamas, doesn't get any better than that.