And So, All right Dan how's it going. You enjoy you yesterday's wonderful stupendous performance. I know it doesn't sound like it but I do

usually make notes before we do these. I haven't written one fucking word for this

because there's there's nothing to say about the actual

there's nothing to say about the actual game.

I just in fact all the goals have a bit of a blur now and I'm not sure I could pick any of them out.

It's like usually when people who say I've run out superlatives don't actually know what

a superlative is.

But when I say I'm running out of diminutives.

I actually am.

It is just the shittest, stale, the shittest, wankest, wankest, weakest, most indolent bunch of useless, complete and utter gobshite morons.

It's ever been my misfortune to witness in a red shirt.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah and cowards as well big big

fucking cowards and none of them could not one of them could face up to that moment and try and make a difference, even try and make a difference.

They're so wet.

Yeah, really desperately pathetic.

And I just don't know how, I don't know how you fix that because I don't know that they're having a new

sacrificial manager in there is going to be enough and it was just so desperate.

At 4-Nill down suddenly they started running around and pushing.

What was the point at that point?

Because the pressure was off it was because they were trying to save themselves

pro like because imagine that a four-wheel-to-brighten this is going to stand totally

melodramatic and is it is one of the worst results in my time watching United.

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