Molly Malone's Bar in central Madrid just one minute before kick-off in last week's Premier League match between Manchester United and Chelsea. A solitary player is on his knees with hands clenched in prayer. The young Mexican forward, Javier Hernandez, is staring straight up to the skies. "Fat lot of good that will do him," mutters one sceptical bystander. The game kicks off and after a mere 36 seconds, United are one up. I don't need to tell you who scored.
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