If you’re not too busy doing something thrillingly modern and 2010 appropriate involving hover boards or Matt Smith, take my hand and journey with me. Journey with me to a long and forgotten time; a time of great upheaval and strife, but also a time of hope, and competitively priced box sets. Let us travel back to 2009.
Some of the older ones may remember it: A party called ‘Labour’ were in power, ran by a man named Gordon Brown. In cinema, ‘The Hangover’ was rubbish, ‘Star Trek’ wasn’t, and Inglorious Basterds may have been decent if it hadn’t lasted nineteen hours and starred Brad Pitt doing a bad impression of the already quite bad cameo he made in that episode of Friends (‘The One with the Really Quite Bad Cameo by Brad Pitt’; season 8, episode 9).
Over on television, the BBC scheduled ‘The Thick of it’ against Match of the Day, clearly reasoning that if a volatile and increasingly deranged Scotsman was still refusing to give them post match interviews on one channel, then Malcolm Tucker on the other would have to do. A new music starlet, Lady Gaga, emerged amidst an explosion of pyrotechnics and self consciously quirky wardrobe. Jade Goody and Michael Jackson died. And Liverpool were considered genuine contenders for the Premiership title.
Sounds crazy, eh kids? And yet there we were, and there we may well have remained had it not for Federico Macheda, who came on to score the type of late goal for Manchester United for which they were at the time famed. This was the time, you see, before they lost home games to teams like Leeds United and the entire club was swallowed whole by the debt necessary for their purchase in the first place. (Hey, who remembers when the Glazer family bought Manchester United? I’m sure somebody explained it at the time, but em, what was going on there? Why was that allowed again?)
Macheda scored another crucial goal in the run in- away at Sunderland- but it quickly became hilariously apparent that he was terrible, leaden of foot and with the type of feeble gait that must make walking in this snow we’re having a nightmare for him. But, as a footballer of some repute of the time, he secured a Wag, The Wirrel’s own Sophie Houghton. Houghton is the current Miss Intercontinental Liverpool, however that’s supposed to work, and the pair met on Facebook, which was a popular website at the time.
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