Count my little victories I do!

For those who follow the English and European club football scene, the above pic speaks enough.
And if you happen to be a Red Devil, then I can hear you laughing right now, from all these electron-miles afar.

Well, in case you happen to be ignorant on issues of such critical importance, then follow the trail below:

It all began here, with Rafa making this statement. (Of course, this is an approximated choice for the origin. To reach the absolute root would entail an exponentially magnified amount of time and effort... As is to be expected with any matter of such depth and gravity!)

This was followed by a streak of average performances by Liverpool, in stark contrast to a United that seemed untouchable.

However, as is observed often enough in these circles, United hit a bit of a slump, putting in below average performances, and watching their lead over Rafa's side shrink to a solitary point, albeit with a game in hand.

Then Rafa chose to say this.
After that United managed to steal a victory in a manner that didn't quite inspire enough confidence in my ilk.
On which Rafa said this, just prior to his European game against Chelsea.
That game, much to our delight, went this way.
A few days later, the wily old Fergie gave a bite of his own.

Since then, not too important to the context of this post, (thus no more links) another round of Premiership games has been played, with United still just managing a victory, thus maintaining their lead on the top.
Liverpool play Chelsea tomorrow with an uphill task on their hands, to say the very, very least.
United play the night after, also needing a bright performance if they are to continue their quest for the quintuple.
(On which I just saw this.)

On that sombred note, this update ends here.
Whatever happens, the image above has made all the twists and turns worth it, at least for now.

Amazing how something as (SEEMINGLY) worldly and material as all this, can now, at this point remind me of this.
Hmmm...