There was a time when if I couldn't wach the game, I would go to final score to see if we's lost, now I go there hoping we have won.
Losing 3-0 away to spuds takes some swallowing, drawing 1-1 with Wolves at home makes me sick to the bottom of my stomach, I'm fed up of watching £350m of manure running around a football pitch and getting paid to do it.
Oh I'll still support the team, but I've lost all faith in Mourinho, and a lot of the players, it's like the Return of Moyes Part Deux.
I hate to think what will happen when we meet the likes of City, Chelsea and that lump of shit down the East Lancs road, I can see it now, all the players lying on their backs feet in the air, and fornicate Pogba doing a dance in the centre circle.
Life is what you have to put up with when you are not dead