The wheels on the bus are falling off,
Falling off,
Falling off,
The wheels on the bus are falling off,
Bunch. Of. Cunts.
This thread needs Dermo. He’d be lapping this up. Four league games without a goal and rumblings of player unrest in the dressing room. Carragher writing them off for top four. CRISIS. Looks like they don’t know whether to shit or wind their watch, but the most beautiful part will be United winning the league, if it happens. Thirty years of hurt to finally claw one title back and there’s stiff pricks all over Murderseyside, then the Red Machine puts them straight back in their box the following season. Lollers. Here’s hoping, eh?
Oh, and Dippers on here acting indifferent about last night aren’t fooling anybody. ’We don’t bother watching if we’re not winning’ armchair cunts crying themselves to sleep because their one-hit wonder club is on the skids. Dry them.
