I am really fucking angry right now, however I think that every single United fan needs to calm down and put things into perspective.
1. Chelsea will not win the league. At the end of the season all they will have to look back at with somewhat of a pathetic, inbred, Nazi-scum smile is the fact that they barely managed to beat Manchester United after Roman paid off the referee and Ashley Cole promised not to shoot him.
2. Chelsea could still end up on Channel Five next season. Enough said.
3. I was embarrassed about Rooney and his elbow. If I was a Chelsea fan I would actually go out back and shoot myself. If you’re proud of what your team accomplished tonight, you really are a sad excuse of a human being. And probably very suited to support the dirty little scummy rent boys.
4. John Terry is still a rubbish defender whose only talents include cheating, yelling and being a dick. We should all be grateful that our players weren’t raised by coke dealers and shop lifters.
5. It’s one match.
6. See picture below.
That is all.
So I may have mentioned this before, but nothing makes me smile quite as much as watching my boys at Old Trafford. I actually would go as far as saying that nothing makes me happier than when I’m watching my boys winning at home (or away), there is a reason why football comes before both sex and rock’n'roll in the title on my blog.
It finally feels like my life is whole again and I cannot wait to be spending days and nights in my favourite city in the world. It can get pretty messy though, so watch this space.