United fans seem to believe that United have been crucified, they have, but are still alive, and will rise on the third day, or in this case, May.

Jesus did it, but United are not divine. A nail in the head would do it, not applied by Stockport.

United fans spit on the floor, even on good carpets, civilised?, please. Can pigs grow wings and fly? United, the home of lost causes, forsaken beliefs and impossible loyalties, somehow on the same pitch as royalty, like Brum City.

What has united fans done for football?, it has done this, stand next to a man with a cleft palate, a hare lip, talking german, its scatter gun flob sticks.

Knowing united will never be a power the fans settle for being a nuisance, the club a fattened ox for opponents, the blabberings from all sources are Hungarian, Bolivian for all the sense it makes.

As ably demonsrated, the team and fans are white livered, Dennis Skinners, an oil slick in the sea of football, taking lessons from Pakistani umpires in cheating, berks, gits, oafs, a source of infection, that kills, traitorous defeatists, swindlers, judases, freelance murder gangs.

A murder gang to the senses having to watch that.

Pantaloon wearers, cads, of damnable character.

That is all. Im might put up a pay wall to read my posts, you get brilliance....for free.

Crawley, even this tear drop of a club.

Are better.