I have always been one of Dimitar Berbatov’s supporters. In fact, I had called for Berba’s signing way back when Berba was on the verge of leaving Bayer Leverkusen. When we did manage to get his signature, I was among the believers rather than the sceptics. Even last season, for me, Berba’s desire to play for Manchester United and his languid elegance outweighed the large transfer fees we had to pay for him. I loved the fact that with one flick he could slice open defences, with one delicate touch he could pluck the ball out of the sky. I have always been someone who values artistry more than sheer effort. Between Federer and Nadal, I would always pick Federer; not because I don’t value Nadal’s industry and energy but because Federer’s skill and harmony of play leave me so awe-struck that every other thing becomes irrelevant. In the Berba vs Tevez argument, my line of thinking was something along the same lines. And hence, I would invariably support Berba in any such debate. But I am digressing here from the main point. Let us, for the moment, leave Berba’s case and pick up Rooney’s. There is no denying Rooney’s popularity among United fans. For us, Rooney is god. For me, if Rooney casts aside his selflessness and concentrates on his individual interests for the time being, he can go on to become the World’s Best Player. Dimitar Berbatov, it seems, is of the same opinion. [Keep Reading…]

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