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The 2007-08 season is drawing to a close and the skysports.com team have been making their selections from another thrilling campaign.

Over the coming days, our journalists will be picking from a range of categories. We are also giving you the chance to comment on our choices as well as selecting your own Premier League XI.

To choose your own Team of the Season, click here

Your choices will be revealed as part of a special Sky Sports end-of-season review entitled Premier League - Team of the Season to be broadcast at 6pm on 14th May on Sky Sports 1.

The skysports.com series continues with the selections of chief sub-editor Alex Dunn who also reveals he went out on a limb with a couple of his pre-season predictions.

Team of the Season

Moore: The Miracle Man

PRE-SEASON PREDICTIONS
Title winner: Man Utd
Relegated: Derby, Wigan, Fulham
Best buy: Leighton Baines
Biggest flop: Fernando Torres
Player of Year: Wayne Rooney
Goalscorer: Dimitar Berbatov
Dark Horse: Portsmouth

Also see

• Choose YOUR team of the season
• Editor's choices
• Season's selections - Mark Buckingham
• James Dall's selections
• Chris Burton's selections

It's not been a vintage year between the posts but having retired his joystick; David James has again been in inspired form and gets the nod as my goalkeeper. The defensive spine is provided by the largely impenetrable Rio Ferdinand-Nemanja Vidic axis, with an attacking thrust provided by Gael Clichy and Glen Johnson (in the absence of a real star performer) on either flank. Cesc Fabregas has faded at the business end of the season but his wondrous display for two-thirds of the campaign deserve a place, while Ronaldo sneaks in courtesy of nigh on 40 goals. Alexander Hleb has arguably been his side's most consistent performer - as has Aston Villa's Gareth Barry - with the duo making up my quartet. Fernando Torres has been a revelation and makes the cut, as does Emmanuel Abebayor despite his malaise since visiting the barbers.

Player of the season - Cristiano Ronaldo

Having spent the previous nine months cooing over this player like a new mother to snotty child, it would make a mockery of my weekly Tuesday Club rants not to smother Mr Ronaldo in the most illustrious of accolades. Our ritual midweek drinks this season have seen myself and a colleague spar like gladiatorial warriors over whether Ronaldo is genius or flat-track bully, before Long Island ice-teas take over and we forget who won the debate and start all over the following week.

Ronaldo polarises opinion like few others that have gone before him. To the non-believers he a poseur par excellence, a grubby diver, an over-achieving under-performer. The expressive eyes, the nonchalant shrugs, the theatrics, tumbles and turns make for a quintessential boo-boy and yet, he laps it all up and sniggers at those that chase his demise. And for that, and for the goals, and for laughing at Cesc Fabregas' mardy remonstrations for his having the audacity to entertain, Ronaldo wins my gong.

Manager of the season - Roberto Martinez

When Swansea were charged with the task of filling Kenny's Jackett in February of last year they plumped not for a hardened campaigner of promotion campaigns but rather a rookie with less experience than a teenager graduating from an all-boys school.

Housewives' favourite Martinez arrived in Wales in the knowledge he would soon be losing talisman and cult hero Lee Trundle to the Championship. In the summer he regrouped his troops, proved his eye for spotting talent in the shape of Jason Scotland, and delivered the League One title playing a stylish brand of football that had panache and vigour.

The Valleys haven't had a hero like Martinez since Tom Jones emerged doing that creepy uncle dancing and long may the Spaniard continue on his quest for the top.

Rising star - Anderson

Given his £19million price it is perhaps difficult to call Anderson a 'rising star' but the manner in which he has settled so seamlessly to the pace of the Premier League sees the Brazilian steal my vote. I accept it's a little like arching an eyebrow at Wimbledon and smugly suggesting 'I fancy a young lad called Federer I've been keeping my eye on' before tapping your nose in a hush-hush manner.

Anderson arrived in Manchester as a bit of an unknown quantity but after a slowish start he is now established as a fans' favourite; his strong running style, bite in the tackle and the ease in which his name fits into an 'Agadoo' inspired chant has made him an Old Trafford darling.

And to cap it all, in an age when the common man struggles to align their own experiences with those of a millionaire footballer, isn't it refreshing that Anderson chooses to live in a caravan in Frank Gallagher's back yard.

Best buy - Fernando Torres

He has hair like straw and was my tip for flop of the season but sometimes a football journalist has to hang his head in shame and say 'El Nino - you're some player old boy'. A price tag that many considered but baulked at caused Rafa Benitez not a millisecond of consternation. You could tell from the moment he arrived at Anfield that Torres was the shiny Benitez needed to complete his Panini album, as the beardy one wrapped his arm around his record buy like an uncle to favourite nephew.

Searing pace, an unnerving finish, muscular presence and a boyish charm that eschews the slapped on the derriere face of many foreigners still acclimatising to the idiosyncrasies of English football, makes Torres my flop/buy of the season.

Biggest flop - Rolando Bianchi

Since the inauguration of the Premier League in 1992 English football has embarked on a metamorphosis from caterpillar to butterfly, from boozy benders to cafe culture, from Tony Adams falling down stairs to tinkering the ivories, from foreigners being 'soft' to being idolised. However, for all its airs and graces, it's still a league that is as much about blood and thunder as it is about step-overs and scissor kicks.

And some players just aren't ever going to cut it. Rolando Bianchi arrived in England with an £8.8million price tag and a neck warmer. In August. Enough said. It's fair to say Sven would have been better advised signing Roland from Grange Hill than Rolando from Reggina. After just five goals Bianchi was adjudged a misfit and shipped back from whence he came in January, as Lazio stocked up on pale blue roll neck jumpers.

Best match - Liverpool 4 Arsenal 2

When selecting this season's 'classic' game it's difficult to look beyond Liverpool's tumultuous tussle with Arsenal on Merseyside. A European night at Anfield that had more renditions of Gerry and the Pacemakers than karaoke night in a Melwood working men's club, saw Rafa Benitez once again prove he is the tactical general when it comes to Europe.

Arsenal had a semi-final berth in their grasp when mascot Theo Walcott emulated Michael Owen circa 1998 in setting up Emmanuel Adebayor but it was not to be as Steven Gerrard and then at the game's death, Ryan Babel, booked Liverpool a place in the final four.

Personal highlight - Darren Moore's miracle

My personal highlight was scoring a chip in the office five-a-side on Monday night, but I'm guessing my editor is after a nomination from the professional field. While there has been a plethora of great games both home and abroad and the respective arrivals and departures of King Kev and Jose Mourinho were sensational news stories, I'd have to plump for Darren Moore's miracle.

Way back in December, Big Dave performed the impossible in making Mark Viduka look fast. Moore had at least 10 yards on the big Aussie at St James' Park, but backed by the Toon masses, Viduka swept past the Derby man and cleanly took possession. I haven't laughed so much in years.

Season lowpoint - A trip to the Monkey Hangers (I would have joined them but stewards confiscated my laces)

To mark the passing of my 27th year I embarked on a journey to the heart of every gluttonous hedonist's fantasy - Hartlepool. I had planned a spot of clubbing in NYC with P-Diddy but the little man was busy, so instead elected to spurn the Big Apple in favour of dilapidated ship yards, pound shops and an awe inspiring number of Greggs. Hartlepool is clearly the pasty capital of Europe.

The game started well enough as Craig Davies gave my side Oldham the lead, before the Monkey Hangers elicited a footballing hangover from hell in thumping us to the tune of 4-1. A half-time pie did little to elevate my mood as it was clearly conceived in the same year that I was; a turgid dry crust encompassing less meat than a Cheryl Cole thigh.

My girlfriend was away with work so I returned to the flat to eat fish and chips on my lonesome, but not before a young girl had called me a 'dirty old perv' for having the temerity to avert my gaze in her direction, in an attempt to locate the source of the banshee wail. Magic.

Best goal - Petrov v Derby

Ronaldo's flick against Aston Villa, Fabregas' sumptuous team effort against Slavia Prague, Elano's free-kick and any number of Torres' decisive strikes deserve praise but for me it's Aston Villa's Stilian Petrov that tops the pops.

The Bulgarian has yet to really find his feet his feet in English football, and a goal at Derby is hardly proof the tide has turned in his direction, but the technique he demonstrated to return Roy Carroll's lamentable clearance into the top corner, with his weaker foot, from 50 yards, was world class.

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