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56 minutes ago, gdm said:

 

 

How does Froggy spin this? Keeping mice warm (but not dry) for the winter? 

 

Normally rodent droppings automatically gives you a 1 star, so Manure been paying off these cunts as well. 

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49 minutes ago, Dokko said:

 

How does Froggy spin this? Keeping mice warm (but not dry) for the winter? 

 

Normally rodent droppings automatically gives you a 1 star, so Manure been paying off these cunts as well. 

 

The Glazers did it. 

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12 minutes ago, Pablo said:

‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through old Trafford all the creatures were stirring and the mice lay like turds.

 

'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through Old Trafford,

Not a trophy was shining, no glory to be savored.
The banners hung limp, the crowd’s cheer grew thin,
As dreams of dominion seemed far from within.

The billionaire owner, Sir Jim in his chair,
Penny-pinched so tightly, the staff felt despair.
No bonuses, no raises, for those working hard,
While the club’s grand ambition lay bruised and scarred.

The stadium itself was a sight to behold,
A crumbling relic, decrepit and cold.
With water that dripped from ceilings so high,
And mice in the corners—oh, how they would scurry by.

The food kiosks reeked of a foul reputation,
Two stars for hygiene—a grim designation.
Fans queued with caution, holding their breath,
Avoiding the pies for fear of their death.

And out on the pitch, the woes carried on,
For the passes of Ugarte were hopelessly wrong.
A midfielder so clumsy, it brought fans to tears,
“Where’s Scholes or Keane? Get them out of their chairs!”

Yet deep in the Stretford End, the silence grew loud,
The once-vibrant voices lost in the crowd.
No chants, no banners, no songs to sing,
Just the hollow echo of what hope used to bring.

For the future was grim, and the path only steeper,
With each penny saved, the club sank deeper.
No vision, no passion, just penny-pinched strife,
A shell of a club gasping for life.

So here lies Old Trafford, a shadow, a curse,
Merry Christmas to all—next year will be worse.

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Amorim has issued the inspiring observation that this might be one of the lowest moments in the club's history. I think that might also be a self-fulfilling prophecy.

 

Please can someone get this guy to shut up. I'm beginning to feel sorry for them and I don't like the feeling.

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4 hours ago, Cronky said:

Amorim has issued the inspiring observation that this might be one of the lowest moments in the club's history. I think that might also be a self-fulfilling prophecy.

 

Please can someone get this guy to shut up. I'm beginning to feel sorry for them and I don't like the feeling.

 

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