They haven't been 'repeatedly fucked by the Glazers,' that's just spineless ratboy preaching from his Sly pulpit: trying to be the new Che Guevara and getting the peasants to revolt - for him, so he doesn't have to get his hands dirty.
He's a slimy, cowardly big-mouth who is abusing his position at Sly in order to start some sort of half-arsed revolution so that he and his cronies can ride to the rescue and save the club from extinction.
The Glazers have spent, and some. They've handed money out to a succession of thoroughly incompetent so-called 'managers,' and every single one of them has fucked up...royally. What the plastic morons are really whinging about is that the Glazers haven't brought the success they all feel so entitled to. They don't have the trophies, they don't have the bragging rights, they are not receiving the adulation from the tabloids that they all so desperately crave.
But we have, and we still are.
We are winning trophies, we are making money, the club is transforming the stadium into one of the most sought after venues in the world, the club is rejuvenating the entire area and we are beginning to see the recognition of what we've achieved from the biased rag/dipper media in this country.
Although they won't admit it, the words of that nasty, conniving, bullying Glaswegian dictator have come back to haunt them:..."Not in my lifetime."
