Gawd, United have signed a brummie, he will promise much and deliver nowt, all brummies do. Not only that hes 32, and the Derby geezer is 33.

Whos going to supply the legs, that in November, cold, facing 20 somethings, athletic, fast, they all are these day, those tired old legs will be wanting.

How are they going to get up the pitch.....and back again?, maybe once. Especially the brummie, he brings to mind that other fellow a few years ago, talented, but a small island in the middle of nowhere, lost, walking, in his own world, while the ball pinged around , and he....watched.

When that happens your career is over, he was subbed, sometimes in minutes of the first half.


And that other geriatric, Morrison, injured at the end of last season, has he recovered,?, ive been in that position, late 30s, needing to run, train, get some semblance of fitness.

Even though you love to play, the thought is oh flip. Morrisons time not injured can be measured in weeks, if not days.

All the players United have signed are rejects.

Not good enough, deficient, untalented, old, worn out, busted, of a wrong mentality, injured, side lined, and in Gardners case, a brummie, talented but a waste of space.

His career has been over a while.

And yet people will turn up to watch this and hand over money to do so, the entertainment value will be like filming a meeting of the shadow board.

The hopes of United fans have been raised, in the way the Titanics passengers would have felt if a ship happened by. And thereupon the real drama, that upon such the fate of a talented manager hangs, that of Monk.

His fate in the hands of as sholes. On and off the pitch.