I briefly tuned into the Walsall game, i had been watching The Waltons, and My Cat from hell which i prefer.

I notice the Habbin touchline is yards narrow, how disgusting is that, you wont be watching expansive passing football, speedy wingers getting in crosses, or pin point passing.

What you will get is a playground scrap, physicality, squashed up nonsense.

Its cheap, nasty, playing the odds.

Its nullifying the opposition, getting them down to your standard, thats all United are now, no quality, self respect, no care for the fans having to watch trash.

When Cambridge take to the pitch, it wont be Shakespeare, its ungodly, lewde in a football sense, lewdness made public, i think the police should be called.

It violates the trade description act, that following the ball around is called football, that Simpson the manager, or is it Edwards, is described as a manager, when all he does is stare, not always at the pitch, mostly not, even when the team are playing.

What is he looking at?,. ask his psychiatrist. Moira Lister would have been better.

And his accent, working class, machine gun velocity, incoherent, babbling, comic, unintelligible, manic.

The club would draw a bigger crowd if the bay city rollers, even at their advanced age turned up kicking a tennis ball around.