The furore and indignation following Manchester United’s goalless draw with Liverpool last Saturday could not have been anymore poisonous if Jose Mourinho had drop-kicked Ken Dodd into the Kop and then machine gunned all his Diddy Men as an encore. Mourinho’s tactics to negate the home side’s explosive style and attempt to win the game in the last half hour never came to fruition due to his opponent Jurgen Klopp being equally cagey and refusing to weaken a midfield, despite making three substitutions. Thus, blocking out United’s attempts with the frightening pace on the counter of Marcus Rashford and Jesse Lingard to steal the points late on. Overall, it was a point well-earned and the odd rant and rave apart, Garth Crooks and Oliver Holt come to mind, one appreciated by the many television ‘experts’ who now flood the game, some worth listening to, others a delight, then those who are so obviously stealing a living they should appear wearing balaclavas. When it comes to Mourinho’s footballing ideology and the notion that Manchester United should always play the game in a certain style, well it was always going to be clash supporters would have to come to terms with. However, time plays tricks with the mind and if something is repeated constantly to state a certain case, people tend to believe it. The truth being even at the height of his reign Sir Alex Ferguson could be equally pragmatic as his modern-day successor. Think back to 1996 chasing down Keegan’s (The entertainers) Newcastle and beating Liverpool in the FA Cup final. A treasure chest of 1-0 wins come to mind, many scored by a certain Frenchman, who in name, if not body remains present at every game United have played since he left. Take a bow Eric. Also, let’s not forget, before Saturday’s monumental ‘overblown’ epic bore fest, Manchester United had run riot in the goal charts with Romelu Lukaku rampaging and pillaging, looking money well spent. The fact Lukaku was left so isolated against Liverpool he resembled Tom Hanks in Castaway, meant the Belgian grew repeatedly frustrated and had by far his worst game in a United shirt. Even though in the visitor’s only genuine moment of attacking prowess in the game, Lukaku could so easy have won it, but shot straight at the Liverpool goalkeeper Mignolet. Ultimately, the words of Jurgen Klopp post-match when interviewed claiming ‘Liverpool would not be allowed to play like that,’ were blatantly laughable. Klopp obviously forgetting the countless game in the eighties when ‘Rush 1-0’ became an unhealthy diet of my childhood and ruined so many weekends. More to date was Rafa Benitez, who’s style of play when looking to survive or steal a win resembled being stuck in a lift listening to Theresa May on a loop. Klopp recognises and has drenched himself in the vitriolic rivalry/ hatred (a horrible word) but one that exists between these still northern giants. Unhealthy without doubt but perversely fuelled before every encounter by the television, radio, newspapers and now the poisonous avenue of social media. Faceless keyboard warriors spitting utter and unaccountable abuse then disappearing like fucked up thieves in the night. Munich-Hillsborough. No need and simply sick. Personally, I believe Jose Mourinho is the right man at a time when after the footballing wastelands and sheer tedium of David Moyes and Luis Van Gaal years, his albeit, these days, dark and intense, but still box office persona is an imperfect storm for Manchester United. A means to an end in the manner of winning a twenty first title. Whether such remains possible with what is occurring at the Etihad, with Pep Guardiola’s City exploding in wonderful style and blowing opponents off the park is up for much debate. If there is one manager capable of overcoming such a task, then it is clearly Mourinho. The battle of Manchester is under way, there will be few prisoners, opposing teams will be decimated, and come the end either red or blue will be left standing. Previously, at Real Madrid, Jose Mourinho faced such a scenario against Guardiola’s now legendary Barcelona team and using every trick, legal or hardly, poking ears and stoking fires he ultimately prevailed. Leaving in his wake an adoring Real Madrid public apart, a host of enemies and a broken Guardiola, who’s following sabbatical in New York for a year was clearly needed after Mourinho’s psychological warfare. Could it happen again? Will Jose come March, April if the two are level pegging revisit old habits? Like Sherlock Holmes was always fond of saying, ‘The game is on ladies and gentlemen…. The game is on.’ PS: In the writing of this article no harm was forthcoming to Ken Dodd and the Diddy Men. Note Post courtesy of John Ludden a talented local writer. Run a couple of my previous blog posts past him. Give him a search on amazon he's done some really good stuff and give him a follow on twitter.