Let’s start with the obvious: Slur Alex was a genius. Love him or loathe him, the man could turn average squads into champions, blending tactical acumen, man-management, and a siege mentality that made United a relentless force. But Ferguson’s departure exposed a glaring truth—United’s dominance was as much about him as it was about the institution. Without him, the club floundered.
No. He was NOT a genius. But for a last-second goal from Mark Robbins he would have been unceremoniously kicked out of the door. He spent money and achieved nothing. Next season he spent money and achieved nothing. Next season he spent money and achieved nothing. The next season he spent money and achieved nothing. A pattern was emerging.
Sly Sports saved that bastard's arse and well he knows it.
Back in the 60's they were known as 'Moneybags Utd.' They would go out and buy any player they wanted, regardless of whether the other club wanted to sell the player or not: if the rags wanted someone, they got him. End of story.
When I was a kid that club was hated by all football fans. And despite what our sycophantic media will tell you that hasn't changed.
Other clubs come along and are immensely loathed for a while, then they fade and it's the turn of some other team to run the gauntlet. But it's all transient - here today gone tomorrow. The dippers are hated because of their fan base, as a club I don't think people outside of Shrinefield care too much about them. But with the rags it's a different story: they are a truly hated club, from the bottom feeders to the boardroom, despised everywhere.
That odious bastard Pisscan epitomised everything that was and is abhorrent the rags. The arrogance, the condescendence, the sneery patronising contempt they hold for anyone not involved with the club.
For a rich and famous club to both create and maintain a banner mocking another clubs' lack of trophies is as crass and banal as it gets. The fact that it had the Govan dictator's obvious approval told us everything we needed to know about the mentality of this street-thug with the colossal inferiority complex.
There have been some very good football managers in the history of the game, Clough probably being the greatest of them all. But that bitter, psychologically-damaged social reject is not, and will never be, one of them.
