If it was down to me, I would slowly roast the tortured body of mufc on a spit over an open fire, loving every agonising second as I cut bits off to feed to rats. Agonising torture is too good for them.
But, hate to say it, we need them. And we need them competitive. We pulled in 650 million (supposedly) to watch us beat them on that glorious night in April. And it was magnificent. So were we.
We are eclipsing them, and long may it remain so, but it is partly because they are the famous red machine and nobody had heard of us ten years ago that the story is so compelling. We will sell shirts in Asia not because we are united, or some wannabe, but because we beat them. Now when us beating them becomes routine, I will fucking love it. But when villa beating them becomes routine, we are going to have a problem.
For me, the only reason I wouldn't piss on them if they were on fire would be that I was too busy shitting on them. But our rivalry with them can put Madrid/Barca to shame, if we handle it right.
And you know what? I think we just will.