Mondays I play a song. Here is an Eagles song.
An unruly crowd.
Out of control people desecrating an iconic place.
Old Trafford, the holiest of places in English football.
What the fuck is the matter with you?
Who do you think you are, Americans?
I much prefer soccer (football) hooligans to the destructive idiots that postponed one of the most anticipated matches of the Premier League season. At least hooligans destroy public transportation, bars, and each other. They would not touch their own home temple of football, and they would kill anyone who did.
Hands off the Sretford End.
I might only have one good leg, but I would hop in the air if I had to and kick the ass of any fool trying to desecrate the West Stand.
Just like any true United fan.
So congratulations, protesters, you have now been elevated from swine to the position of American Wannabe.
We didn’t like the idiots who stormed our nations’ capitol, and we don’t condone what you did.
Not by a long shot.
Whatever happened to using dialogue and decorum to settle issues? I can remember a time when it meant something to be British. To NOT be included with the Americans and their coarse ways. To be distinguished by the history and culture of your beautiful country. To rely on the Parliamentary system for governance, which was in itself, a history lesson for the rest of the world.
But now, you’re just like us.
As far as we have come, and for all the good we have done in the past, we aren’t doing worth a damn now. If we were, there would not be so many unhappy people in our country.
You can extrapolate that to pretty much the entire globe for that matter.
Everyone has such a short fuse now about everything.
People are scared.
Cops are scared.
Politicians are scared.
Hard to believe you can operate the world’s greatest country in such a climate.
But back to the postponed United v Liverpool match. I am still fuming as I sit here in my Marcus Rashford shirt typing this blog.
Oh, I know, life goes on. The game will be played at a different day and time and it’ll still be those bloody Reds from Liverpool going against the magnificent Red Devils of United.
The protesters are upset with the Glazers and their running of the team in recent years. This is no new sentiment being displayed. There are several fans (obviously) who are fed up and have been for some time.
I will tell you this much. You do meditation, breathing exercises, whatever it takes to take your mind to a place where no one can touch you. A place where you and you alone control your happy thoughts.
Where there is no fear.
Or you can fire up a bowl of Shango Flower Tropical Punch.
Hits you like you just broke through a gate at Old Trafford and stormed the field.
Hits you like I would if I could for doing it.
One final thought to the fools who robbed all of us of watching the match.
You did not do a thing to change the ownership of the MUFC. No matter where you live, or how long you have followed MU football, the next time you walk into Old Trafford, you will be a visitor.