leicester city 4 - 2 man united
man united 0 - 5 liverpool
watford 4 - 1 man united
man city 4 - 1 man united
liverpool 4 - 0 man united
brighton 4 -0 man united
to name but a few.
a season of lows. a season of hitting rock bottom and then somehow sinking lower. a season of throwing up all over the back of a taxi, only to then shit ourselves as we passed out to the sounds of our driver giving us an angry one star rating. the first season for a long while where any glimmer of hope was immediately snuffed out and the pocket of flesh where it sat was immediately filled with dog shit. a season where love went to die. a season where players fell from their pedestals and titans of our past were led out to pasture. a season where every fan at one stage or another felt it easier to burn it all down and start again. a season of despair.
the whatsapp messages, the taunts, the gloating. the liverpool fans giddier than ever, the city fans oilier than ever. the fact that most teams have done us over in at least one fixture this year. a year of never ending pain and misery. a year to forget.
but there are shoots of green. hold on, for there is hope. for this weekend, the first weekend in a long time, i was able to hold my head up high. there was no disappointment, there was no embarrassment. we could finally be proud, safe in the knowledge that we did not lose. that we did not capitulate. we didn’t do an everton. we didn’t mount ourselves in front of our nearest and dearest.
a weekend where we weren’t reliant on referees failing to send one of our players off again to get a result. a weekend where var couldn’t be blamed for our winning or our losing. a weekend where there was no wrong decision made by an incompetent manager, out of their depth. a weekend of bliss.
for yes, friends, with no fixture over the weekend, today, we can hold our heads up high. we can look forward to many of those in a row once the thorny issue of our abject shitness is laid bare for one final time next sunday. and maybe, just maybe, by august this year we will decide we don’t need any of this any more. maybe, just maybe, a weekend without a fixture was the tonic we all needed. vale man united, vale.
man united 0 - 5 liverpool
watford 4 - 1 man united
man city 4 - 1 man united
liverpool 4 - 0 man united
brighton 4 -0 man united
to name but a few.
a season of lows. a season of hitting rock bottom and then somehow sinking lower. a season of throwing up all over the back of a taxi, only to then shit ourselves as we passed out to the sounds of our driver giving us an angry one star rating. the first season for a long while where any glimmer of hope was immediately snuffed out and the pocket of flesh where it sat was immediately filled with dog shit. a season where love went to die. a season where players fell from their pedestals and titans of our past were led out to pasture. a season where every fan at one stage or another felt it easier to burn it all down and start again. a season of despair.
the whatsapp messages, the taunts, the gloating. the liverpool fans giddier than ever, the city fans oilier than ever. the fact that most teams have done us over in at least one fixture this year. a year of never ending pain and misery. a year to forget.
but there are shoots of green. hold on, for there is hope. for this weekend, the first weekend in a long time, i was able to hold my head up high. there was no disappointment, there was no embarrassment. we could finally be proud, safe in the knowledge that we did not lose. that we did not capitulate. we didn’t do an everton. we didn’t mount ourselves in front of our nearest and dearest.
a weekend where we weren’t reliant on referees failing to send one of our players off again to get a result. a weekend where var couldn’t be blamed for our winning or our losing. a weekend where there was no wrong decision made by an incompetent manager, out of their depth. a weekend of bliss.
for yes, friends, with no fixture over the weekend, today, we can hold our heads up high. we can look forward to many of those in a row once the thorny issue of our abject shitness is laid bare for one final time next sunday. and maybe, just maybe, by august this year we will decide we don’t need any of this any more. maybe, just maybe, a weekend without a fixture was the tonic we all needed. vale man united, vale.
