Yo lo siento, je suis désolé, I apologize.

Words cannot express how sorry I am for not posting anything for three weeks. It's what happens in your last year of high school and you've got a pile of work to do. But I figured, if there's any time to be back, it's now.

"Today is gonna be the day that they're gonna throw it back to you.

By now you should've somehow realized what ya gotta do.

I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do,

About you now."

This opening verse from Wonderwall are what we should believe in on this fateful day in English soccer. If Sir Alex had to sing one thing in that locker room, it should be this. We've tossed the title over to Chelsea, but as Liam Gallagher states, this is when they'll throw it back to us.

We can only do our darndest tonight. We will fight, and we will entertain. What we cannot do though, is change the fate of the game between Chelsea and Wigan. We all know the situation, if Chelsea win, regardless of our result, the title goes to them for the first time in three years. If they slip up, draw or lose, and we beat Stoke, we win the league.

How would I like the weekend to pan out? Well in the most epic of epic worlds, Chelsea will be leading against Wigan 2-1 in the 85th minute while United are deadlocked against Stoke 1-1. With 3 minutes of normal time to go, Wigan pull one back with a late goalmouth scramble. With Owen Hargreaves on the field for Vidic as a last ditch measure, United get a free kick deep into extra time and our Eric Bana lookalike sweeps it home to the roar of the Stretford End.

I'm knocking on wood and crossing my fingers for this one. Hell, maybe I'll just stare at the sky until I see a shooting star. Whatever the case: