United thread 2017/18

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I was saying to my lad last night that it would have been hard work for a Rag to make the effort last night. From the couple I've talked to sine Sunday, they are not happy and don't accept the nonsense spouted by Mourinho after the derby.
 
One thing that does irritate me about the Rags is the fact the question isnt asked , is how can a squad of players can be so poor after spending £500m and having the largest wage bill in world sport ? Their fans most revered players are Carlton and BigNose , but the only relevance i can see with these two , is the amount of shirts they sell their massive ego's and the stupidity of their statements, there most recent offerings being Carlton wanting our players injured and Big Nose confirming that Pep is immature.
The Rags got lucky , they had the GPC for 25 years , they outspent every other club in that period and it has now ended , they are the new Dippers proven by their over reaction to winning the Europa Cup , its a competition where you have to be shit to get into it .How can 659m people be so f*cking stupid and gullible ?
 
West Brom away next.....wonder if either team will cross the halfway line, should be exciting viewing, personally I'll be doing something else..... anything else.
 
For one moment pretend we don't exist. The rags hired Mouriniho to do exactly what he is doing now, they knew what they were getting. They wanted him after several seasons of failure and even after last night they wouldnormally be quite happy to grind out a boring 1-0 over Bournemouth because they would have retained top spot over their bitter rivals Chelsea. The Rag mentality is, as proved by the GPC's last title win, it doesn't matter how you play as long as you win the title. The Rags win the league and everyone forgets how dour it was an buy another duvet.
The problem is of course, we do exist. We are pissing on their party big time and that makes me more happy than a single Derby victory. To do it in style, with passion and belief in exciting attacking footall must be so hard for them to bear and I am loving every minute of their hurt.
 
Apologies if all ready posted but saw this by a genius Blue on MUEN:

‘‘Twas the 10th of December,
Reds 8 points behind,
Mourinho was planning,
Not one clue could he find.


Men against boys,
And this was no friendly,
2-1 at home,
Silva, Otamendi.


‘It’s not fair!’ - he whined,
He did curse and did cuss,
‘If only I’d done anything,
But park that big bus.’


It drove him insane,

to the land of cuckoo,
Two assists from the clown -

Romelu Lukaku.


Beaten at home

for the whole world to see,
‘I know!’ said Jose,
‘I’ll blame the referee!’


Nobody laughed,

it wasn’t too funny,
‘But..but...,’ came the cry,
‘At least we earn our own money!’


Unimpressed as they were,
With their teams lowly feats,
All that was left was to sing:
‘Empty seats!’


Worn out old songs,
And dreary sad rhymes,
Still living on the treble,
Hollow chants of ‘20 times’.


When all’s said and done

they’re left feeling bereft,
Ranting on about history,
As it’s all they’ve got left.


The reds fans went home,

in a collective trance,
To Dublin and Belfast,

London, Penzance.


But all that mattered after,

by a quarter to seven,
Was the eight point gap

had now grown to eleven.”
 
West Brom away next.....wonder if either team will cross the halfway line, should be exciting viewing, personally I'll be doing something else..... anything else.
That's on Sunday isn't it? I need to paint a few doors in the house, might do that Sunday morning and watch them dry while that game is on.
 
Apologies if all ready posted but saw this by a genius Blue on MUEN:

‘‘Twas the 10th of December,
Reds 8 points behind,
Mourinho was planning,
Not one clue could he find.


Men against boys,
And this was no friendly,
2-1 at home,
Silva, Otamendi.


‘It’s not fair!’ - he whined,
He did curse and did cuss,
‘If only I’d done anything,
But park that big bus.’


It drove him insane,

to the land of cuckoo,
Two assists from the clown -

Romelu Lukaku.


Beaten at home

for the whole world to see,
‘I know!’ said Jose,
‘I’ll blame the referee!’


Nobody laughed,

it wasn’t too funny,
‘But..but...,’ came the cry,
‘At least we earn our own money!’


Unimpressed as they were,
With their teams lowly feats,
All that was left was to sing:
‘Empty seats!’


Worn out old songs,
And dreary sad rhymes,
Still living on the treble,
Hollow chants of ‘20 times’.


When all’s said and done

they’re left feeling bereft,
Ranting on about history,
As it’s all they’ve got left.


The reds fans went home,

in a collective trance,
To Dublin and Belfast,

London, Penzance.


But all that mattered after,

by a quarter to seven,
Was the eight point gap

had now grown to eleven.”
That's absolute genius.
 
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