Look. I’m an optimistic person. I’ve embraced this season at every turn, taken the bad luck with grace, not spat my dummy out or thrown my toys out the pram.
Sandro Tonali’s gambling charge, “terrible luck but we’ve still got a class midfield we’ll survive”.
Carabao cup draw. Fuck that’s unlucky. Carabao cup draw. Fuck that’s unlucky. Carabao cup draw… I could go on.
FA Cup draw… you get the picture.
Champions League vs PSG. Closest I got to flipping out, but stabilised to “I’m so proud of this team”.
Champions League / Europa League woes. God we didn’t deserve to finish out of the knockouts, but we should be fucking proud of ourselves. What an experience UCL has been.
Nick Popes shoulder. Jacob Murphy’s shoulder? Fucking Dan Burns broken back! Elliot Anderson’s fucking broken back!! The rest of the fucking injuries… even still, I suppose this is just what happens with loads of fixtures and a thin squad.
Today I was getting my hair cut in the barbers and the FA Cup Final was in the background. “man united are shite, it’s a foregone conclusion”…. Or so I thought. I was seriously sat thinking about whether I’d managed to get Conference League tickets with my membership. St James’s Park under the lights on a midweek European spectacle.
At half time of that game, the wheels came off. Barbers (I’m in London) in silence as I descended into a fit of rage. Poor bloke was trying to sort my sideburns as I was hurling spit and fury into the mirror.
That sent me over the edge. I’ve had it. What sort of disgusting curse have we had put on us to leave us with this level of luck, at every single fucking turn of the season??? I can’t fault the players and Eddie, I just can’t. I think it’s a divine miracle that managed so much with the luck that I quoted above.
But please someone tell me, how can we find ourselves in this situation. How can Man United, a team that in my opinion are not close to our level, be stood with FA Cup and Carabao in the last couple of seasons, and us left with sweet fucking all. It literally blows my fucking mind.
And at half time, you’re telling me that I should just hope to god that Man City come back and win another trophy??? They make me sick to fucking death, why should I be hopeful for that shit to happen???
I fully believe that on another day we could have found ourselves with a trophy and a Champions League final from this season. People can call me as silly as they like I do not care.
This is a level of fucking bullshit that I don’t think I have ever seen.
None of this is against the lads, up the mags we’ll fucking get it next season, but fuck me that sent me into a level of rage I have never felt while watching football.