2011-12: Aesthetes Unite, Demons Begone

2011-12: a season that many will want to forget. Quickly. A campaign of raw emotions, peaks accentuated by troughs. Crushing blows were harnessed by the players, characters forged in adversity recovered to third place. Hints of what might have been, what could be.
It was a season of inconsistencies riven with consistency. Moments of sheer beauty but lurking was a madness that would drive a saint to drink. Alex Song’s clipped pass into the path of a Robin van Persie’s volley, caressed into the back of the net, is an enduring memory. There was power in both but neither tried to remove the leather from the ball; both content that technique would provide the end product. Aesthetes unite, demons begone.
Push the self-destruct button!...