Every normal/genuine football supporter should appreciate their own club when there are cunts like them around.
Thing about that club…
It seems to me that there are very, very few United supporters, and almost none under the age of fifty, who grasp that they got incredibly lucky— triply so — with a convergence of three factors. People talk sneeringly about us winning the lottery. But in their way, they did.
They had the emergence of an admittedly talented group of youngsters — a once in a generation thing — at exactly the time that English football started to be broadcast to the world, courtesy of satellite television. And they had Ferguson, who was exactly the right kind of fairly authoritarian father-figure manager for that group of players, at that time. His style would not work today, I believe, and not with an older group of established pros. Not with the coverage and stardom that players have now. Not for one second.
Everything came together for them at the beginning of the nineties. The stars aligned. The whole image of United as the “world club” was completely skewed by the emergence of satellite broadcasting, to corners of the world where nobody would ever get within five thousand miles of the U.K. in their entire lives, but who would sit on their sofa, year in year out, (then as now), and call themselves, with no sense of irony or distance, a United supporter.
They were most emphatically not the dominant force at any time before that. I was looking back at First Division winners. They were champions three times in the fifties. Yes, unquestionably a good decade for them. Busby's most triumphant decade, for sure, when you think where he and they started from after the war. But including themselves, there were five different champions in that decade. Wolves were also champions three times! Who remembers that, apart from Wolves fans?
In the sixties, they were champions twice. And in that decade, there were no less than seven different champions (including themselves). The truth is that no-one was dominant, and certainly not them. There was a group of big clubs, for sure — we have a reasonable claim to be one of them. But no-one stood out as dominant.
When United fans, led by cheerleader Neville, put themselves forward with this hypnotic mantra of “the world's biggest club”, they are suffering from a collective amnesia concerning football history pre the nineties. And they seem to be genuinely unaware of it.
It's over. They think they're going to get back to it, but it really is over. Yes, they probably won't be relegated (unfortunately). They sure as hell will never go down to the third level of English football. (So if they think they've got it bad now, they really need to think again). They are sort of on the level, in the sporting domain, of “banks who are considered to be too big to be allowed to fail” in the capitalist one. But they have dropped back into the pack of biggish clubs, who will usually get top four, will get the occasional trophy — League Cup, F.A. Cup, hell, who knows, even the league, maybe, from time to time (not as long as Pep's around, though!).
I just don't meet any middle-aged or young supporters (and by that I mean under fifty or so!) who are lucid about this. Maybe others on here, who've got rag mates, do? And the most visible sign of that delusion is of course Neville himself. He seems to think it's just a matter of time before they catch City up. But it's not just City! Liverpool, Arsenal, maybe increasingly Newcastle, will be in the mix, too. They find themselves in a dogfight in a way that they almost never were between 1992 and approximately 2011. That period was a warp in time.
He's never scored 20 league goals in his career , 22 league goals in his last 65 gamesThe thing is, he has shown that he isn’t wank, and can be a 20 league goals a season striker…
But now that he’s gotten another mega bucks new deal he clearly doesn’t care anymore.
Absolute wrong’un with the worlds best PR team.
Funny coz he'd be right at home in Pamplona during San Fermín with "La manada"
The 21st Century Paul Nolan.
Wonder if he’s still alive and whether he’s now a City fan.
This message will self destruct in 5…4…3..2…1…Thing about that club…
It seems to me that there are very, very few United supporters, and almost none under the age of fifty, who grasp that they got incredibly lucky— triply so — with a convergence of three factors. People talk sneeringly about us winning the lottery. But in their way, they did.
They had the emergence of an admittedly talented group of youngsters — a once in a generation thing — at exactly the time that English football started to be broadcast to the world, courtesy of satellite television. And they had Ferguson, who was exactly the right kind of fairly authoritarian father-figure manager for that group of players, at that time. His style would not work today, I believe, and not with an older group of established pros. Not with the coverage and stardom that players have now. Not for one second.
Everything came together for them at the beginning of the nineties. The stars aligned. The whole image of United as the “world club” was completely skewed by the emergence of satellite broadcasting, to corners of the world where nobody would ever get within five thousand miles of the U.K. in their entire lives, but who would sit on their sofa, year in year out, (then as now), and call themselves, with no sense of irony or distance, a United supporter.
They were most emphatically not the dominant force at any time before that. I was looking back at First Division winners. They were champions three times in the fifties. Yes, unquestionably a good decade for them. Busby's most triumphant decade, for sure, when you think where he and they started from after the war. But including themselves, there were five different champions in that decade. Wolves were also champions three times! Who remembers that, apart from Wolves fans?
In the sixties, they were champions twice. And in that decade, there were no less than seven different champions (including themselves). The truth is that no-one was dominant, and certainly not them. There was a group of big clubs, for sure — we have a reasonable claim to be one of them. But no-one stood out as dominant.
When United fans, led by cheerleader Neville, put themselves forward with this hypnotic mantra of “the world's biggest club”, they are suffering from a collective amnesia concerning football history pre the nineties. And they seem to be genuinely unaware of it.
It's over. They think they're going to get back to it, but it really is over. Yes, they probably won't be relegated (unfortunately). They sure as hell will never go down to the third level of English football. (So if they think they've got it bad now, they really need to think again). They are sort of on the level, in the sporting domain, of “banks who are considered to be too big to be allowed to fail” in the capitalist one. But they have dropped back into the pack of biggish clubs, who will usually get top four, will get the occasional trophy — League Cup, F.A. Cup, hell, who knows, even the league, maybe, from time to time (not as long as Pep's around, though!).
I just don't meet any middle-aged or young supporters (and by that I mean under fifty or so!) who are lucid about this. Maybe others on here, who've got rag mates, do? And the most visible sign of that delusion is of course Neville himself. He seems to think it's just a matter of time before they catch City up. But it's not just City! Liverpool, Arsenal, maybe increasingly Newcastle, will be in the mix, too. They find themselves in a dogfight in a way that they almost never were between 1992 and approximately 2011. That period was a warp in time.
That’s the difference between us and them, even when we were terrible I enjoyed following and supporting the club. They don’t have that enjoyment, the only pleasure United has given them is behaving like twats in their social circles bragging about how many trophies they have won. Success is the only attachment they have to their football club, enjoying watching your team every week and enjoying the football however bad it is they don’t have the mental fortitude to do it.