United thread 2012/13 (inc merged IPO thread)

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moomba said:
$12.80, ha ha. What does that value the club at?

12.82 now which values them at 2.111 billion, only overpriced by about 1.1 billion
 
Prestwich_Blue said:
moomba said:
$12.80, ha ha. What does that value the club at?
Still £1.35bn/$2.1bn unfortunately.

Well, not according to Yahoo Finance, MSNBC and the Telegraph:

Manchester United 'worth $2.2bn less than Glazers believe'

Manchester United's shares are worth just $5, well below the $14 they floated at on Friday, according to a US reseach team.

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Excerpt from the fat scousers attempt at writing a Jack and Jill book..


The final day of the 2011-12 season and us and Manchester City are level on points.
We’re away at Sunderland, City are at home to QPR.

We start well. I score first to put us in top spot. Then City go ahead. For a while we were top of the table.

But it’s not over yet. After 47 minutes, QPR do the unthinkable and equalise.

Twenty minutes later they do the impossible for a second time and go 2-1 up.

Our fans are losing it, the players can sense the league is coming back to Old ­Trafford.

I can’t make out what’s going on, nobody can. Is it over? Have City blown it?

When the final whistle goes there’s complete ­confusion.

I’m looking to the bench, trying to work out whether we’re champions.

Everyone’s staring at one another, shrugging their shoulders.

Then the Sunderland fans start cheering. They’re turning their backs to the ground and bouncing up and down. That’s ‘The Poznan’ – the celebration that City do whenever they score.

Oh God, City are ­champions.

The manager is walking towards us. He’s telling us to thank the fans.

My heart sinks. I can see it’s done, finished.

Someone shouts, ‘City scored two in injury time’ and I feel sick.

Our fans look heartbroken. Then I look towards the Sunderland supporters and they’re made up, laughing.

What, because we’ve lost out on the title at the last minute? Why are they so bothered about us?

I think about playing Sunderland next season, beating them, because focusing on anything other than City, however small, goes some way to making me feel better. That night, I live through the pain again – Match of the Day on the telly.

I settle down in front of the telly and take in the madness.

I see us winning at ­Sunderland and then City have their five minutes of injury time.

Five minutes that will change the shape of the league.

Even though I know what’s coming, I can’t look away.

I’m like a driver staring at a car crash on the motorway.

City’s fans think their team has thrown it away. The clock says 91 minutes, and that’s when City score: Edin Dzeko, 2-2.

And here it comes, the killer blow. On 93 minutes, Sergio Aguero scores again, City get their winner and we lose out.

City get their title. I turn the TV off. Silence. Gary Neville was right.

There’s nothing worse than having the same points as the champions, but being second best.



HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
 
bluevengence said:
Excerpt from the fat scousers attempt at writing a Jack and Jill book..


The final day of the 2011-12 season and us and Manchester City are level on points.
We’re away at Sunderland, City are at home to QPR.

We start well. I score first to put us in top spot. Then City go ahead. For a while we were top of the table.

But it’s not over yet. After 47 minutes, QPR do the unthinkable and equalise.

Twenty minutes later they do the impossible for a second time and go 2-1 up.

Our fans are losing it, the players can sense the league is coming back to Old ­Trafford.

I can’t make out what’s going on, nobody can. Is it over? Have City blown it?

When the final whistle goes there’s complete ­confusion.

I’m looking to the bench, trying to work out whether we’re champions.

Everyone’s staring at one another, shrugging their shoulders.

Then the Sunderland fans start cheering. They’re turning their backs to the ground and bouncing up and down. That’s ‘The Poznan’ – the celebration that City do whenever they score.

Oh God, City are ­champions.

The manager is walking towards us. He’s telling us to thank the fans.

My heart sinks. I can see it’s done, finished.

Someone shouts, ‘City scored two in injury time’ and I feel sick.

Our fans look heartbroken. Then I look towards the Sunderland supporters and they’re made up, laughing.

What, because we’ve lost out on the title at the last minute? Why are they so bothered about us?

I think about playing Sunderland next season, beating them, because focusing on anything other than City, however small, goes some way to making me feel better. That night, I live through the pain again – Match of the Day on the telly.

I settle down in front of the telly and take in the madness.

I see us winning at ­Sunderland and then City have their five minutes of injury time.

Five minutes that will change the shape of the league.

Even though I know what’s coming, I can’t look away.

I’m like a driver staring at a car crash on the motorway.

City’s fans think their team has thrown it away. The clock says 91 minutes, and that’s when City score: Edin Dzeko, 2-2.

And here it comes, the killer blow. On 93 minutes, Sergio Aguero scores again, City get their winner and we lose out.

City get their title. I turn the TV off. Silence. Gary Neville was right.

There’s nothing worse than having the same points as the champions, but being second best.



HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Poetry. Pure poetry.
 
bluevengence said:
Excerpt from the fat scousers attempt at writing a Jack and Jill book..


The final day of the 2011-12 season and us and Manchester City are level on points.
We’re away at Sunderland, City are at home to QPR.

We start well. I score first to put us in top spot. Then City go ahead. For a while we were top of the table.

But it’s not over yet. After 47 minutes, QPR do the unthinkable and equalise.

Twenty minutes later they do the impossible for a second time and go 2-1 up.

Our fans are losing it, the players can sense the league is coming back to Old ­Trafford.

I can’t make out what’s going on, nobody can. Is it over? Have City blown it?

When the final whistle goes there’s complete ­confusion.

I’m looking to the bench, trying to work out whether we’re champions.

Everyone’s staring at one another, shrugging their shoulders.

Then the Sunderland fans start cheering. They’re turning their backs to the ground and bouncing up and down. That’s ‘The Poznan’ – the celebration that City do whenever they score.

Oh God, City are ­champions.

The manager is walking towards us. He’s telling us to thank the fans.

My heart sinks. I can see it’s done, finished.

Someone shouts, ‘City scored two in injury time’ and I feel sick.

Our fans look heartbroken. Then I look towards the Sunderland supporters and they’re made up, laughing.

What, because we’ve lost out on the title at the last minute? Why are they so bothered about us?

I think about playing Sunderland next season, beating them, because focusing on anything other than City, however small, goes some way to making me feel better. That night, I live through the pain again – Match of the Day on the telly.

I settle down in front of the telly and take in the madness.

I see us winning at ­Sunderland and then City have their five minutes of injury time.

Five minutes that will change the shape of the league.

Even though I know what’s coming, I can’t look away.

I’m like a driver staring at a car crash on the motorway.

City’s fans think their team has thrown it away. The clock says 91 minutes, and that’s when City score: Edin Dzeko, 2-2.

And here it comes, the killer blow. On 93 minutes, Sergio Aguero scores again, City get their winner and we lose out.

City get their title. I turn the TV off. Silence. Gary Neville was right.

There’s nothing worse than having the same points as the champions, but being second best.



HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

I almost cried after reading that. I take it this was transcribed from the original 'crayon'?
 
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