Same Old Trafford, Always Losing
“We‘ve been coming to the same party for years, and in no way is that depressing…’’
Ron Burgundy.
I suppose the best thing you could say about our recent history at Old Trafford is: at least we turn up. And not in the figurative sense of oh they really showed up this afternoon, I mean actually making it off the coach with the correct number of shin-pads and goalkeepers. As far back as you care to look, success has not been forthcoming in the red half of Manchester. In fact the last time we had the pleasure of three points, The Premiership itself was a mere twinkling in the founding member’s loins. 1989. Gary Lineker, he was there. Not plonked aboard a sofa with his top three buttons undone in casual abandon, but using his orange thighs and not yet busted toe to thwack home a winner. From a fair way out too, if you’d believe it. Gary himself claims it was the only goal he ever scored from outside the box. If you were in the crowd that day I’d dare say you felt like you got your money’s worth. Two miracles for the price of one.
Fast forward *quick tinker with the abacus* twenty-one years and by the laws probability alone a victory must be on the cards. Hasn’t it? I mean, even a broken clock tells the right time twice a day. And we’re not even broken. We’re bloody good. To me it feels like it’s only a matter of time. Even if it’s in the same way you might get a new job by virtue of just turning up every week and hanging around the office. Sooner or later someone’s going to have to start paying you. And sooner or later we’re going to have to beat United at Old Trafford. Belligerence, persistence. Whatever. We simply can’t go on like this.
If it’s team news you’re after, then I’ve got just thing. Groin fever is still rife in the bunker as Huddlestone joins King, Woodgate and Corluka as the latest struck. Someone mentioned this before but it seems to be a fashionable ailment at present; like Lennon’s tram-lined eyebrow or Bale’s sports bra, a dicky groin is what’s hot this season. I think Tom may just be trying to fit in. Other than it’s a near enough full squad to pick from and all systems ago-go. Three-two to The Hotspur. COYS.
**I’ve never really bothered to mention this before, but If you’d like to register to WFRF? then you can by clicking the ‘register’ button in the ‘admin stuff’ widget on the left-hand bar. It doesn’t make an awful lot of difference, it just means it’ll save all your details (including avatar) and gives you your own dashboard where you can send private messages and whatnot. Assumedly for the purposes of plotting revolution.**
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