Imagine you had a girlfriend and all you did was see the good in her. You never saw a flaw, never fought with her, she could do no wrong. You know how fucking shitty that relationship with be? People are never questioning Sir Alex, never questioning the team. Nah fuck that. When my alarm rings at 7am in the fucking morning and I wake my ass up to see us thump Liverpool. Our fucking side was comparable to that of an MLS roster. With Welbeck up front and everyone else doing fuck all for 70 fucking minutes. We were lucky. We been lucky playing like absolute shit for the last month. So complacent, so unmotivated, so disinterested. Fuck you Manchester United for fucking Me. Wake up 8:30 the next week thinking today is going to be a new day. Damn right it was, I got fucked up my ass like I never felt before (no homo.) 6-1, when stupid cunt fucking Jonny decided to be lazy and the team gave up.
To make matters worse you got fuck boy James Sharman asking why fans are leaving. They paid their money, they traveled, they brought their colors and their support. It's 3-0 with 20 minutes to go and our side has offered NOTHING the entire fucking game. Why stay? It's the equivalent of a 10-0 ball game in the bottom of the 7th, who the fuck cares what the fan does. Everybody always concerned with the fans, everybody always concerned with Arsenal, or when Chelsea shits the bed, when we do it people blame the fans, the kit-man, or we look at Liverpool for consolation. No fuck that, SAF has got it wrong for a bit now, tinkering with the fucking lineup. We have Berbatov who is rotting away on the bench never for who knows what. We got a defense that was turned inside out and we got mauled by a squad who were 1000x better than us. I could admit that, with a 26 goal differential and the absolute mauling we were handed at this point in time City are better than us, I don't believe that will last but action speaks louder than words.
We were fucking shit. As fans we invest in the team expecting some sort of return, these past 2 weeks it has been anything but. SAF has gotten it wrong yet again and I am not afraid to question this team when shit goes wrong. It's like God, I blame that nigga for the good and wrong in my life. It's like a girlfriend, we argue we love, we fight, we fuss but it's all love. Same goes for you, United. Fuck you for wasting my time. Next week when you destroy Everton, we'll kiss and make up. I rather have had Steve Jobs out there than most of you against City, it is what it is. Life sucks and you fucking move on. Well done City, had the score been reversed I would have been all over you. We need to get our shit together and United are the only ones to blame, like history suggests we'll turn it around, but until then, fuck you for fucking me. See you next week.
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