We came back down from the scum game on the train this morning.
I get off the train and buy the echo.
On the back page, I read that the manager of the club I spend so much money, time and energy on has decided after the game that
"it was not good enough for a club of this stature. It was a bitterly disappointing night for us and any remaining hopes we had of winning the title have evaporated now."
Now correct me if I'm wrong:
We are 6 points behind.
We have 33 points to play for.
We are joint second in the league.
This was the team prepared and sent out by the manager of the club I spend so much money, time and energy on.
Now he tells us that our season is over, only thing left is to try to hang on for a place in Europe.
Well F*CK YOU, Mr. Manager.
F*CK YOU A THOUSAND TIMES OVER.
[SIZE=3]The only thing that is over is you.
GET OUT OF OUR CLUB YOU F*CKING PR*CK, WE HAVE A LEAGUE TO WIN.[/SIZE]
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