Uniteds accounts for 2019 are out. Its nearly 2024. The message from the boardroom is that you, United fans, can thank Mr Barry for keeping the club alive.

Serious gaslighting there.

Money has always been the sub text at United, the subconscious reason it all turns to ashes, as the money just dissappears.

A telling last sentence of the posting is that Mr Barry wants to thank the community staff and the playing squad for their efforts.

Notice the football comes second.

You cant argue against anything ive ever said, reality is that money goes missing, huge amounts, including the Newcastle and Man U money, the ground is a tip.

The club is getting relegated. There are plans but where are they? The playing side is starved of cash, the manager in his need to sign quality, has to sign players who can play, but are lame.

Except for Lancaster, he cant play, injured of course.

The community trust is the main concern.

United fans must think thats ok, fair enough, but dont expect anything on the pitch. Saturday afternoons might as well be a social gathering, and under Barry it is.

There isnt the merest hint of expectation from any of the fans. Defeat after defeat, nothing, zip, nudder.

The fans have no right to complain about relegation because its not a club priority, to stay up. The fans can go home happy thinking of all the good they have done via the trust.

If it happens at all for the cost ( wink). Lots of money goes in, what comes out? If it doesnt tally, we all know whats happening, no audit there.

No audit of anything. United fans pay out for the likes of Lankester, lame dogs, that full back from Oxford, an old Dunk, Taylor should be in a museum, Oneill should be turning out for Wisbech, Morrison is about 48 playing wise, Digby could not get a game at Stevenage, Ironside played for Macclesfield.

Where is the class?

There isnt a helpline anymore, i phoned up because i needed someone to come over to change tha channel on the TV.

Can it be true Barry needs United more than the other way round? Who knows, and you will never know. On the pitch, the club is dead.