This is Marcus Rashford and you're watching the football match.

So the domestic season is over in August rather than May, in a season that's been punctuated by events we never thought we'd say.

Football took a backseat, and rightly so, life takes centre stage when a silent, deadly killer rips through the planet in a rage.

But slowly and surely well-controlled and one- one by one, teams returned to their pitches,

well, aside from League Arm.

In France, they stepped aside to return felt just not right, and PSG were named champions,

with no challenges in sight.

The Bundesliga brought us back efficient as we'd expect.

Dortmund, Hamered Shalka, Harlan's celebration broke the internet.

But buying stormed to victory with win after win after win after Kimmich chipped Berkey to

Dortmund's chagrin. But give buying credit perhaps the best side in the world and Hansi Flick's

winning machine flicked and turned and twirled into action every time, an unstoppable force,

as invincible after lockdown as they were brilliant before the pause. In England, the tides was turning. The red wave could not be denied,

and eventually Liverpool got over the line in a blaze of red Scouse Pride. For 30 years,

they waited and waited, fingers crossed, eyes, wide, breath-baited, for the city, for the people, this was

their time to share, for Stevie, for Sir Kenny, for the 96th not there. There is no asterisk,

this is no tainted title, they're the best team in the country, its justice, it's rightful,

from the dream of the red side of the city all its own. They made that dream reality. Never walked alone.

Marcus Rashford was on the charge with his honorary degree, reminding us what a role model is

really meant to be. Drive, morals, inspiration, four million children fed. If I was a United

fan, I'd be so proud that he's a red. An F.A. Triumph for Arsenal and another league cup for

City. Pep and Artetta and the knockouts looking red. An F.A. Triumph for Arsenal and another league cut for City,

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