The Last Straw
George must have rolled uncomfortably in his grave as we crashed out spectacularly out of the champions league at Lisbon on Thursday morning. Throughout the entire period of the game, there were two things that kept pricking me like a ceaselessly irritating needle. Firstly, how could a united side with their backs against the wall and who desperately needed a win to make certain of qualification come up with such an uninspired performance that makes a mockery of our reputation as a team that excels in the face of adversity . Secondly, how in god’s fuckin name did john knobhead o’shea ever become a united player. Technically incompetent, uncomfortable on the ball, and possessing a turn slower than a sedated snail, this is the sort of "player" who would have never made the united squad a decade ago...never mind the first team. If George had looked from above at the travesty that was being played out below, in the stadium in which he once soared to the heights of greatness cementing his place amongst the football elite, he probably would have looked at the funny side of things and quip a classic quote dismissing it all as a cruel joke with a half hearted smile …oh the pain!
As the referee blew the final whistle, it surely must have sounded Alex Ferguson’s long overdue death knell. This is it Fergie, your time is up. You will forever be remembered for your achievements and your place among the pantheon of united legends is still intact. But when it’s time to move on, it really is time for one to pack the bags and fuck off. That we have rarely managed to get past the 2nd round in the last few years is something we've gotten used to. But for a United side not to make it to the knock out stages is unfathomable and well... unforgivable. Surely you have to take responsibility for this debacle. This team isn’t good enough, and some of the players that make up this team are most definitely not fit to don the united colours. Surely if we can see it and you don’t, it must speak volumes of your capacity or lack of to manage this great club. It’s even more difficult to digest, especially when the likes of Looneypool are doing well with a decent manager. An outstanding example of how a mediocre team can turn into overachievers by means of a sound management and coaching skills. sounds simple enough doesn't it.
As I sit here fuming and depressed, I sympathise with the hundreds of reds who had travelled to Lisbon with their banners and George Best tributes. That they had to travel thousands of miles to witness the piss poor show that our team put up, most of which amounts to a sad excuse for an "attempt" to qualify for the next stage. I empathised with you fellow reds, as you stood there looking forlorn …unable to take in the events that were unfolding before your eyes. I knew I could not, sitting in the comfort of my home receiving cruel jibes from bin dipper fans and glory hunting portugese scum alike. These are dark times,… and we continue trying to sit it out and wait for the black clouds above to part and for the good times to come back. Till then, we simply have to develop great tolerance and self control to put up with the piss taking ABU community who are taking this opportunity to wank over our misery.As they say like that overused cliche which well is appropriiate for this situation, 'we stick with our team through thick and thin and through the good and bad times...sigh!
As the referee blew the final whistle, it surely must have sounded Alex Ferguson’s long overdue death knell. This is it Fergie, your time is up. You will forever be remembered for your achievements and your place among the pantheon of united legends is still intact. But when it’s time to move on, it really is time for one to pack the bags and fuck off. That we have rarely managed to get past the 2nd round in the last few years is something we've gotten used to. But for a United side not to make it to the knock out stages is unfathomable and well... unforgivable. Surely you have to take responsibility for this debacle. This team isn’t good enough, and some of the players that make up this team are most definitely not fit to don the united colours. Surely if we can see it and you don’t, it must speak volumes of your capacity or lack of to manage this great club. It’s even more difficult to digest, especially when the likes of Looneypool are doing well with a decent manager. An outstanding example of how a mediocre team can turn into overachievers by means of a sound management and coaching skills. sounds simple enough doesn't it.
As I sit here fuming and depressed, I sympathise with the hundreds of reds who had travelled to Lisbon with their banners and George Best tributes. That they had to travel thousands of miles to witness the piss poor show that our team put up, most of which amounts to a sad excuse for an "attempt" to qualify for the next stage. I empathised with you fellow reds, as you stood there looking forlorn …unable to take in the events that were unfolding before your eyes. I knew I could not, sitting in the comfort of my home receiving cruel jibes from bin dipper fans and glory hunting portugese scum alike. These are dark times,… and we continue trying to sit it out and wait for the black clouds above to part and for the good times to come back. Till then, we simply have to develop great tolerance and self control to put up with the piss taking ABU community who are taking this opportunity to wank over our misery.As they say like that overused cliche which well is appropriiate for this situation, 'we stick with our team through thick and thin and through the good and bad times...sigh!
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