Premier League Week 9

 

Well it was a week in which multiple teams could've gone clear at the top, yet none did. No 6-0 routs of Real Betis here, no. Here in the Premier League things stay close. Much like Duggar family children there are no real standouts at the top. Tottenham started off the day with a chance to go top but a goalless draw with Bournemouth seems like the least unlikely result as both sides had chances. Perhaps Tottenham realized that they contractually had to stay behind Arsenal who had yet to play yet. Speaking of the Gooners, 'Borough looked to shock the Emirates but a series of robotic saves by the expert-mode computer that resides in Petr Cech's helmet denied them. Leicester meanwhile looked to take their European form (they're really having a go. Perhaps realizing another chance may not come around) and apply it the league. Ranieri's biggest test as a manager this year is rotating the squad to finish in the top 4 again. It appears to come and go in spurts as his side are about as consistent as Alberto Moreno's every-changing haircut. Stoke City have managed to drag themselves out of the bottom 3 with the Welsh Jesus (Joe Allen) providing a metronome in their midfield. Burnley continue to scrap points where you'd least expect them, unless of course, you're an Everton fan. While Liverpool ended Saturday with a win against a Tony Pulis side that conceded from 2 counter attack goals. It was such an un-Tony Pulis like occurrence that the track-suit wearing boss decided to further baffle the world by wearing *gasp* a suit and tie in the press conference. Then came Sunday. Southampton decided to bring some sun with them from the south coast to the blackhole of Manchester and scored early through Nathan Redmond. City pulled level after the break but the go-ahead-goal never came and the final opportunity of the weekend to go clear at the top had faded. And Finally, those of you who aren't from the red half of Manchester, or simply don't like Jose Mourinho, the real treat came at the end. A 4-nil drubbing of the Red Devils by Italian led Chelsea saw blue fireworks on the pitch and red ones off. Mourinho looked utterly offended as Antonio Conte celebrated the fourth goal of the day as the world rolled it's eyes at the irony that Mourinho was blind to.