It might as well be, the Blues will eat United, like a great white eats a seal, or a T rex eats a human, it will be ugly, a turn your face away type of game, and i will laff.

Clubs that employ players like Gary Gardner, on a two year contract, and who made ZERO appearances deserve everything they get which is nothing but an empty bank account, fools and money are quickly parted.

I was tempted to get a ticket but only as a source of ignition if i ran out of matches to light a candle laid at the grave of the Abbey.

Being an ex resident of Birmingham, i can assure you the Blues are beatable, but only out of boredom, that even if the Blues players are upright, some will be asleep.

A documentary has been made about united, why is that?, it must have been made by that bloke in the corona kop with his phone.

Whats interesting about as sholes prancing around like fairies in ballet shoes? of filming Harris who has a face like Tallulah Bankheads buttocks?, of talk that can only be described as primitive caterwauling from primary school adults unable to understand even the basics of football or good behaviour.

Of diabolic face pulling by the glasses weirdo, yaks with holes cut in fur so they can see, that when Lavery moves on he wont be remembered.

That Watts has a new contract an extra pound a week for a frankenstein, a monster, pounding the turf like an out of control sasquatch, catching his head on the bar, tripping on his own feet, lisping like he has no teeth, can i check?, there wont be any, hes had them knocked out in geordie bars by girls.

And of Eastwood, chucking balls in his own net, as well as footballs. His fumbling, his catching is Benny Hill like.

And of Ball, that mound of fat, immobile, drunk, only able to shout, remonstrate, put two fingers up to everyone.

Why him,?, its the Gary Gardner phenomena, the signing of dufusses. That is all.