Man Utd transfer talk then is it?
Well, all you Rag lovers out there, all 659 million of you, are now going to have to endure shit, shit, and more
shit for the foreseeable future, just like we did, with the added humiliation of the unpalatable fact that it's our
turn to take the piss.
And take it we shall, every sneering reference to 'Little Citeh,' 'berties,' 'Never have what we have,' and all the other derogatory
shite we've endured for donkey's years, particularly from the utter spunk bubbles dahn Sarf, is now going to be repackaged, rebranded,
increased ten fold, and shoved down your throats.
Because, Rags, you are now in a nightmarish scenario that is enfolding faster and faster before your red, tear stained peepers.
Let's paint a picture, of your current frantic hunt for much needed replenishment of your less than average squad,
let's just envision a top player receiving interest from the mighty, iconic Man U.
Top players are now being contacted, they're young lads, very good players, so naturally, they ask for advice, what they're
getting for advice is, ''Look, I know they're offering 5 times what you're on now, but you're 22, and you have a very special
talent, you can't be spending the next 5 years trying to drag that shit back up to being half right, they're too far gone.
They've got a manager that, although a nice ish bloke, wears an expression of boyish enthusiasm that disguises a background of
relegations and Mickey Mouse management at some god forsaken tenth rate outfit in the Scandinavian wilderness.
You have to go to somewhere where there is vision and structure, that rusting Meccano set has had it's day, and it's not
as if you're going to be a pauper signing for City, don't even think about Man Utd, for Christ's sake, your reputation will end up in tatters.''
Fucking depressing isn't it?
Ah well.
