Why England must take reborn Scholes to Euro 2012
It's surely no coincidence that Manchester United's last three dodgy league results - the 3-3 back-from-the-dead draw at Chelsea, the laboured and controversial 1-0 win against Fulham and Wednesday's dismal performance at Wigan - have come without Paul Scholes in the starting lineup.
I don't think Sir Alex Ferguson will rest him again with the title back in the balance.
But since keeping possession is so vital in tournament football, the FA must now move heaven and earth to tempt Scholesy on the plane to Poland and Ukraine.
I understand the desire to build for the future, but since Euro 2012 is likely to be the last hurrah for so many England players - Rio Ferdinand, Steven Gerrard, Frank Lampard, John Terry, Ashley Cole - why not bring in arguably the best of them all for one final big job?
Where has the real Tomas Rosicky been hiding for the last six years?
My MOTD2 colleague Lee Dixon still raves about the way he weaved through all four members of Arsenal's back line in scoring a superb goal for Sparta Prague at Highbury in 2000, but since signing in 2006 he has been largely anonymous, especially after the hamstring injury while ruled him out for so long.
Yet since the departure of another underachiever, Andriy Arshavin, he has been outstanding. He turned the North London derby on its head and has formed a brilliant understanding with the superb Alex Song and January signing Mikel Arteta.
ROBBIE'S STORY OF THE WEEK
I'm in Dubai for a quick break with my wife and as soon as we landed, we headed for the beach.
No sooner had we sat down than a huge sandstorm descended, sending umbrellas and towels flying everywhere.
I ran a mile, beating Juventus legend Pavel Nedved, who's staying in our hotel, in a foot race.
He approached me later on and I was chuffed that he'd recognised a fellow pro... until he asked me for "two Cokes, please".
But back to the storm and no sooner had I run off than I thought of something and rushed back to where Sarah was standing in a panic as the sand swirled around her like a scene from The Mummy.
"It's lovely that you came to my rescue," she told me.
"No," I said. "I forgot my new sunglasses."