I just finished watching press conference, he came across very well like RVP did last year when he joined us, it looked like he couldn't give a sh(i)t about the fee, he also said he respected Everton and the fans as we;l, i'm glad we've got him, i wanted him to join us all summer and he will prove all of his doubters wrong.
Fabio. The answer is always Fabio. Anyone who disagrees is a plastic glory hunter with no sense of style.
Just to keep on topic, i thought Fabio played quite well today from what i could tell on my blockey slow stream.
This one about Fellaini from comments section on a Grauniad blog. Funny ****. By Arsh Wednesday 18 Sep 2013 Recommended (76) The thing about Fellaini is he's a big bloke in a little boy's world so he brings reassurance to the players and the manager. He might give the ball away, he might not be all that, but he does the simple things pretty well. He's the type you want alongside you in a scrap. (I don't think any EPL player would beat Fellaini in a fight. Maybe Osvaldo.) Moyes, a scrapper himself, always makes sure his teams have one or two hard nuts. United didn't have enough when he arrived. Only Vidic and Rooney. Look at last night's team. There's De Gea, undeniably girly, behind a chippy vanity project in Ferdinand, with a spiky short-arse in Evra and a sweet little mother's boy in Smalling on the flanks, then in midfield you have the gifted introvert Carrick trying to keep the misfits up-front happy: the deeply-troubled Rooney, the strangely effeminate Jacko-ganger Valencia, the pointless under-achiever Kagawa and the preening cock of the north Van Persie. "I'm so good I take corners! Rarrrhhh!" Scholes imposed his will on this mob with fierce intelligence and fiery insistence, a constantly churning, forever recycling ginger yoda of the dark footballing arts. A dysfunctional savant warrior if you will. The Zen-like Carrick was a fine foil to Scholes but doesn't like being left in sole charge of the mother ship. Fellaini is Carrick's minder, guardian and father figure with a calm exterior belying sharpened elbows and brutal thuggery. You touch my boy, you're tomorrow's waffle. It kinda works.
