What happened to the Showdown?

Try as I could I could not get in front of the TV anywhere between 4pm and 6pm on yesterday afternoon to watch the so-called Sunday Showdown – Man Utd v Chelsea. I don’t know about you, but Sundays this time of year are a nightmare. First my son plays football – a job (and a passion) for dads everywhere to ferry the little fellas around. Wasn’t looking good yesterday morning. It was tipping down in North London, not good conditions for grown men, let alone 8-year-olds. But with just minutes gone he scored an own goal and the 100% record was severely in doubt, and his bottom lip was quiv...