As a Manchester United supporter of over 50 years standing, I feel I need to get some things off my chest. In my many decades supporting our club, today was as bad as it has ever got. Worse than the crappy mid-table finishes of the late 80s, worse than losing to Bournemouth in the FA Cup in 1984, worse than relegation in 1974.
I'm sick - sick of the crap football, sick of the preening ponces who wear the shirt, sick of the total lack of effort, sick of seeing zero professional pride.
We were a disgrace today. Gary Neville hit the nail squarely on the head. That man would die for Manchester United. He's angry, because he knows not one of those players is fit to lace his boots. And so am I, and so are all true guardians of our club.
These players are not fit to wear the shirt. They've already got rid of one manager this season, now they clearly want to get rid of another - another United legend who not one of them is fit to lace the boots of.
At the moment, we are nothing. We are a joke. Manchester City supporters are laughing at us.
Liverpool supporters, Liverpool supporters for God's sake, absolutely laughing at us.
Ole took over, and single handedly brought us to a position where we could get Champions League football, where Manchester United must be if we want to be a force in English football again.
And those players have just sat there and said "nah, not for me". What a disgrace.
Let's have a reality check here. If Manchester United are not in the Champions League next season, no top player worth their salt will touch us, we'll be toxic as regards transfers. And the circle of mediocrity that we've seen since Sir Alex retired will continue. This is the Arsenalisation of our club, the progressive winding down of a once great football club into no more than a cash cow, which the owners won't be able to milk any more cash out anyway of because we're bloody useless.
Make no mistake, if we don't get Champions League football next season, we are screwed.
A generation of supporters reared on endless success is now apathetic and disinterested. They know nothing of the fallow years before we started winning. I can tell you, they were terrible. And they are coming back - they're already here. And nobody should fool themselves that it can't get worse, because let me tell you, they can. Look at AC Milan. Once the biggest club in the world, now a total irrelevance not just in European football but in Italian football.
Why? Because they sat on their collective arses and thought the good times would magically go on forever. They didn't. And don't think that can't happen to us.
And most of the supporters just stand by and are happy to let it happen, because to them United is no more than an armchair pleasure, something they can dip in and out of like a soap opera, like Coronation Street or Eastenders.
These type of "supporters" are not Manchester United supporters. They're happy to be cuckolded and consistently made fools of by Manchester City, they're happy for Liverpool supporters to laugh at them, and believe me, they are.
These are the same type of "supporters" who will cheer against their own team on Wednesday because they're more interested in seeing our hated city rivals winning the league than in saving our club.
Arsenal did us a huge favour with a typical tog filling exercise today. Despite not deserving it, we still have a chance of getting top four.
But we have to win every game from here on in. And that starts on Wednesday. Don't bloody talk to me about Liverpool.
This is Manchester United, for God's sake. Since when have we decided we're pathetic cuckolds more interested in losing so City can win the league than going out and winning vital matches ourselves?
Who wins the league is of no consequence to us. We have to look after ourselves. That means the players taking a bloody good look in the mirror and playing for us supporters who pay our hard earned money to watch them. We pay their wages.
And it works both ways - if you turn up to Old Trafford on Wednesday night and cheer for our team bend over and let City win the league, don't ever, ever again call yourself a Manchester United supporter.
We are a great club. Time to start acting like one - time to start having some self-respect - and that means we make Old Trafford into a living hell for City on Wednesday, and we bury them.