I got grapes

In a couple of the papers today we see very clearly the anti-Man Utd agenda of the papers. See this headline from The Daily Star: "Cock-up Ref Riles Saints", or this, from The Guardian: "Riley aids United cause to stoke Saints' indignation" According to The Daily Star, "Riley ... failed to spot Danny Welbeck was offside when he opened the scoring in the 20th minute", since when was it the referee's job to rule offside? Isn't that why we have assistant referees? And considering how borderline the decision was, I'm not sure, given that the attackers are meant to have the benefit of the doubt, that it shouldn't have been given. The only actual contentious decision was the penalty, and even that, given that the defender was jumping with his arm raised, could be excused. Why jump like that? You're asking for a decision against you. The Telegraph summation is the best on the referee: "[Quoting Poortvliet, the Southampton manager “He [Riley] is in favour of the top teams. He’s a help for the top teams.’’ Nonsense." "Mike Riley, yesterday’s referee, who enraged home fans with certain decisions against them (although only one was wrong)."
All in all it was a great performance from us, we needed no help from the referee. I shall finish with this, from The Times report:

There is a temptation to characterise contests such as these as men against boys. It certainly looked that way for long periods, with Southampton’s raw youngsters struggling to live with the grace and the poise of Michael Carrick, Ryan Giggs and Dimitar Berbatov, but upon closer inspection it was not quite as straightforward as that. Southampton’s best two performers — the duo who spared their young team-mates from the kind of mauling that would have left an even greater dent in their confidence — were Kelvin Davis, the 32-year-old goalkeeper, and Chris Perry, the 35-year-old defender. United’s goalscorers were aged 18, 22 and 21. The United midfield was run for much of the second half by Gibson, Anderson, 20, and Rodrigo Possebon, 19. It was not a question of age. It was one of maturity and, above all, composure.