Up to the saved penalty this game had far too much in common with games from the last couple of seasons; lots of good goal scoring chances that are either blocked, off sides, missed or saved by a goal keeper having a world class game. On paper Leicester lined up as a 4-4-1-1 but in reality, their two midfielders sat in front of their back four, one of the wingers (usually Albrighton) was helping out on Valencia, Mata or Pogba on the right side. That left Okazaki (who played more of a midfielder’s role) and Vardy, who was pretty much alone up front trying to find room between Bailly and Jones. Mahrez was very active but I felt he was more concerned showcasing hisself than actually doing anything positive.
Leicester didn’t do anything new or unexpected; they sat deep in their own half giving up possession and looked to hit Vardy on a long out ball. After the missed penalty (which was woeful from both the shot selection and the ref allowing the keeper to be so far off his line) Leicester looked like they believed they could get something from this game. They actually tried to play some football and committed players forward. This is the point in the last few seasons we would have conceded a chicken-shit goal and then faces a team playing total defense, but not this season. Our defense neutralized their pressure and by the time that Rashford came on Leicester had run out of ideas. Rashford’s directness on the right side gave them fits and after the first goal went in I really felt the score could have been another run away.
In the end, I thought this was a very comfortable/uncomfortable win. Comfortable because they never really threatened us, other than the 94 minute I cannot remember De Gea having to make a save. Uncomfortable because we face another team at Old Trafford whose game plan was to pack their defensive end and hope for a break from a long ball to a single striker. Going into the half at 0 – 0 after having all types of chances didn’t help my state of mind either.
I can't believe it. I can't believe it. Football. Bloody hell.