kippax_blueboy
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I hate everything about them. Love them being now 13 in the league.
Fake, no Zebra pants.
Grrrrrrr that 6-3 still annoys me now!
In Portugal once and a gobshite from Croydon told me that it wasn’t compulsory to come from Manchester to support them. I pointed out that they don’t come from Manchester and he said he’d heard that ‘old chestnut’ before.It’s usually “Oh yes, I’m a massive United fan, mate”. They couldn’t find the swamp on a map.
Theres a sick swan out there that says he did.Like old whisky nose did not lose 6 goals and 5 goals in games.
Speaking of cursed do you remember all those bullshit stories about these workers building the commonwealth stadium as it was known back then and burying utd shirts in the foundations.Someone’s on there now wondering if they are cursed!
Still no mention of Rock of Gibraltar!
I think I know the bloke from Brisbane is he called PaulThey're a long way off learning the hard lessons of life. They should go down to the Championship for a few seasons, maybe spend a season or two in League One. Maybe be kicked to shit in League Two for a season.
Otherwise, they are just mewling puking infants. Their time as a dominant force is over.
It's over.
At the beginning of the nineties they got very lucky with having an exceptional generation come through at exactly the time that worldwide coverage of the English game kicked in and an Amazon river of money from the satellite companies flowed into the game. They had a hard-nosed manager who got most players he went after — you think of Cantona, you think of Schmeichel, you think of Keane, later Rooney — to bolster the youngsters he had playing. And because Liverpool's star had faded, the media bowed down to them as one man for the relative success they were getting in Europe when nobody else much was. He was allowed to bully match day officials in a way I've never seen before or since.
I shall never, ever feel sorry for them. If you ever feel a grain of sympathy for them you'll be called abruptly to order by bumping into some dickhead at a beach bar or in a pub wearing a United top who's from, say, Brisbane, and who tells you solemnly "Oh yes, I'm a United fan, mate”.
Sheffield?