I knew United would lose this game because it counted for something, no shots on goal either.

What is point? All day getting there and back, costs a few bob.

Why? Grinding, impotent, boring football, trying not to lose and failing.

Surely watching Cambridge is a definition of madness, of hope over reality, and hunger for entertainment that will never be satisfied.

Its self harm, financially, emotionally, imagine walking out the Bristol ground at full time, you would be crying, angry, looking to punch a wooden post like that yankee.

To be there in the first place suggests you are a wooden post. That is all. What is point?