|"I thought it was a fart"|
Watch the match at my Students Union and chew my nails off while quaffing pint after pint of warm cider. The problem with that is that I would have to watch the match with Manchester United fans from Surrey who, of course, we all hate. Yes, I am a Manchester United fan from Surrey.
|This was me on Monday, well, this has been|
me for every United game since 194
|We're playing who in midfield?!|
So lay off him!
So, the second-half came around after a poor first forty-five minutes. United usually come out of the dressing room after half-time with very dry hair, very red faces and very sore backsides, which often sparks a comeback, but there was to be none. Despite being faced with the possibility of conceding the Premier League lead to their local rivals, the lack of tempo or flair remained blindingly (I'm not continuing the Stevie Wonder theme here) obvious.
|"I just ruined your title hopes, now do a gay pose"|
Ominously, that battle looks like being a metaphor for this season.
Comments and vitriol welcomed.