The beautiful context of their "Do you like United as much as you used to" is that it's on the heels of being humiliated in the transfer maker, which means that they only like United when they were the only English team who could buy up everyone else's top players and raid the youth academies. It's not fun now that they actually have competition and can't just do what they want. They talk about our empty seats, but they can barely handle slipping out of the top four without questioning their love for their team.. never mind slipping out of the top two divisions. Plastics.
This is very much the scenario we were discussing on these threads when the old drunk retired . We warned them of the potential meltdown and the consequences of this , but they wouldn't have it , things were going to continue seamlessly with wee Davy at the helm - onward and upwards .
But they didn't , and after one sacked boss , and now under the leadership of a barking Dutchman , things are becoming noticeably desperate - just like we said they would be.
This is a key moment for both the horrible club and its legions of plastics.
The whole essence and central plank of being a plastic is never having to consider the possibility of your chosen team ever NOT winning titles and trophies ,or being able to buy any player they want, you just want to drift along in an untroubled haze of complacency, smug in the belief that attaching yourself to the (currently) most successful club,will somehow refect on you as a successful and powerful human being.
What happens when that changes ? What happens when you have to concern yourself with the prospect of relative failure? What happens when you don't want to be bothered with such mundanities!
Simple really - you stop supporting that team , you stop buying this season's shirt to wear down the pub, you don't shell out for the merchandise any more - with the knock-on effects that this has on the club's revenues.
Just as success feeds on itself- so does failure.
Rags beware!