‘No excuses for players missing, no excuses for chances missed and saved - just the facts. city won, deserved to do so and wanted it so much more. Our team were a f**king disgrace.
There are exceptions. Paul Scholes is not implicated in any of this. Nor to a certain extent or Ole and Mikael or the late subs. The rest stand accused of showing us nothing more than contempt.
I mean, why the f**k should we go down to West Ham next Sunday afternoon, spending near enough £100 and getting back late when we could watch the game at home? The players are clearly not bothered, so why should we? Should we not save our money and wait until the personnel currently pulling on the red shirt have been replaced by some who actually give a f**k that they're playing for United, Manchester United - our beloved shirts?
Of course we will go, another allocation sold out, and another desperate search for tickets as the automated random ballot once again denies the most loyal of reds a ticket in favour of the Swiss Family Robinson from '3 The Elms, Suburbia', but that's another story.
This one is an inquest into why as a team we lacked guts on the biggest of occasions against our truest rival. Why, after ninety minutes against clearly inferior opposition, we were outplayed and outfought, why they played without balls, without passion, with no guts or desire.’