A broken heart a broken dream,
A broken plane a broken team,
No words were said a silent vow,
We loved you then we love you now,
The red flag will always fly,
For Man United will never die,
Words so strong, symbolic and of poignant essence,
The ones who came before us,
Before Fergie and the class of ‘92,
Before the glory years, the treble season,
that night in Moscow and RVP’s 20 for 20 debut,
We were once an institution,
The standards for all to follow,
Off the perch we knocked them,
20times Man United and they were in our shadows,
From the Laws, Charlton and the Bests,
The Bruce’s, Hughes, 7 Cantonas,
Neville’s, Butt, Giggs, Scholes and Becks,
Cole and Yorkie, Teddy and ‘Solksjaer has won it in
the 93rd minute’,
’99 one of Catalunas best,
This team has had it all,
Pace and power, guile and panache,
Greatest in English football,
We’ve won it all and couldn’t give a flying toss,
Hated, adored but never ignored,
This club has seen its saddest days and none so
symbolic than the day the boss stood down from
his throne,
Who could have imagined The Godfather would
give way to some Micheal Corleone to take his place,
Seven years later we sit in a deep abyss as beasts we
once slain rise in search to rule again,
We’ve grown from a football club to a marketing tool
for corporate change,
Feeders and a hub for mercenaries who would rather
shoot selfies and dance clips than make 3-5yard tap ins
on match days,
The identity has been lost,
The football is corrupt, and not even Jesus let alone a
club legend can save this lot of their stains and blots,
We want our club back,
The institution that we fell in love with,
The club that gave us that Giggsy solo run at Arsenal’s
defense,
that Scholes 30-yard volley at Villa Park,
Fergie time, that White Hart Lane 2nd half and many
other comebacks,
It starts at the top,
The penny pinching, milking bosses who perceive on field
losses as horses for courses and stay allowing the club to
be sunken down in a deep hollow rot,
An incompetent CEO with the mouth to spew sweet words
in a braggadocios manner but unlike an Unsullied soldier,
without the balls to fight and follow through,
Awarding hefty contracts to piano players and Pogbacks
who only give a damn when it suits their agenda and all
of that,
Perhaps I’m being harsh,
Perhaps I shouldn’t talk smack about our ‘world class’
and only creative outlet but riddle me this,
What’s he done lately besides put in a few balls from 10yards
to the back of the net?
What we have now is a place with no leaders,
No passion, no desire, only inspirational quote makers and
social media crowd pleasers,
Vermin’s and weeds that need plucking out to give way to the
blossoming of a new era,
Sir Matt would be turning in his grave at the sight of what
we have become,
From dominant to grave underachievers,
To hell with Glazernomics and to that corporate clown Ed,
We want the real Manchester United back, not this corporate
marketing bs of a mess…
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