I havent looked because i dont care, its said that the awakened loose interest in most things in life.

Is it another game?, same old routine, same old comments, predictable events, emotions, yackety yak.

Doing the same thing over and over then. Clubs never change their identity, they might, for a short while, Like Wimbledon, Oldham, Tottenham, ha, that disaster of a club, all those resorces and go absolutely nowhere, Wigan, Bolton, there are many.

And United this bacteria of a club, brief visits in the not so big big time, then disaster, run by a grubby and squalid boardroom, run by Mr Oil Slick, surrounded by buffoons, baboons, reptiles, vultures, wolves, crows looking for eyeballs to attack.

Football is showbusiness, pointless, crud, the crust on a pimple, there is no fairness, its money, squeeze the idiots who pay, that you as shole.

Pay for Dominic Ball, Watts, Morrison, heres my contribution, if i could id flick sixpence at them, they cant play football, all they do is fight. Proper football is on Coldhams common, Romsey park, parkers piece, oh, they dont play there anymore, the youth of today are playing tomb raider, getting fat, eating macdonalds, smoking legal fatal drugs.

Thats progress, thats being left, those as sholes.