The only thing Yanks love more than a reasonably sized hamburger is our own mouthwatering words draped in relish and mustard. Mmmm, words.

But seriously, a striker in soccer has one job: score goals. What did Berbatov do today? Score a goal. The Scholes flick was delightful, and Berba’s sombrero over the keeper was the icing on the cake. So my post at redrants? So last Tuesday.

Of course, one goal does not make him a deity. And, in my opinion, for his price tag anything less than 15 Premiership goal is a disappointment. But tonight we feast, for nobody knows what tomorrow may bring. Well, aside from Arsenal.

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