The Sound of Silence

It's a very quiet day today. That is as long as one blocks out the sound of Tevez whining on (I find it odd that Tevez moans about Sir Alex not communicating with him - this from a man who after three years in English football still needs to speak through an interpreter...).
All we have is a the scraping the bottom of the barrel for further quotes about Owen - today its Robbie Fowler:

'Obviously I want Michael to do well but I don't want Man United to do well,' said Fowler, who used to taunt United fans by signalling Liverpool's superior European Cup tally to their bitter rivals whenever he scored against them.

'It's a sticky situation and I don't want to get drawn into things with Michael and Man United. Everyone knows I'm a Liverpool fan.

'But if Michael scores a lot of goals then I hope Fernando Torres scores a lot more.'

'His record over the years has been fantastic. Again, I hope he scores a few goals but I hope they concede more.'

And on The Guardian blog there's an interesting article on player numbers, inspired by Owen being given the number 7 shirt:

Only 30 years ago numbering, by and large, still followed the pattern established in the late 1920s based on position. For most of their Manchester United careers, Bobby Charlton and Best would wear the shirt most appropriate to the role they had been given and would shift, sometimes from week to week, up and down from seven to 11. ...
Since 1993, when the Premier League sanctioned squad numbering as a means to flog even more overpriced nylon, anything goes. For a few years there was a charming naivety from British managers about the system. In 2000 David O'Leary, in another of his unctuous homilies about his Leeds team's youth and lack of resources, pointed to the gulf between his side and Milan's by highlighting the fact Francesco Coco wore the No77 shirt. The odds against his team had been so overwhelming, he said, that the opposition could afford to have 77 members in their squad. No one pointed out that Coco was running around with the year of his birth on his back.

Reading about shirt numbers is so much more satisfying than listening to the whining of Tevez...