Our totally unbiased, nonpartisan media are painting a picture of a battle-scarred, hero warrior astride his noble steed, shield in one hand and spear in the other. A look of grim determination in his steely blue-eyes as he rides into the swamp and single-handedly rescues the ailing club from the clutches of the monstrous Glazer family.
Meanwhile, in the real world, a Grandad Trotter lookalike is helping the Glazers to bolster their bank balances even further, and the mindless-morons going through the turnstiles, destroying their credit cards in order to sit in stony silence as a collection of pampered millionaires jog about half-heartedly on the pitch playing hoofball, pretending they are enjoying the soporific offerings they have paid heavily for.
SCUM.