As predicted United came a close second to Chelsea in the League. The ingratiating sight of public school boys, balding members of Combat 18 and no nothing idiots from the home counties swarming around West London after their subsequent victory over Portsmouth in the FA Cup final was riveting. That their recent success has come at the expense of minor issues such as moral compunction, sporting value and community cohesion is clearly lost on them.
Not that United are any different. Maybe we lack the nationalistic sentiment of the Rentboys and at least our success is built on foundations funded by fans rather than Russian petro-dollars but ultimately our clubs along with the likes of Arsenal and Liverpool have become playthings of Sky Sports and banal tools who've never set foot in a football ground before.
With our soul long since sold it was with a heavy heart that I attended my final home game at OT for the forceable future. The recent comments made by David Gill have hammered home the reasons why I am morally obliged to give up my season ticket. Along with his pay masters: the Glazers and gallingly Sir Alex Ferguson history will look back on summer 2010 as the final nail in the coffin of United as we once knew it. The club may continue for many years to come as a totally separate entity, providing economic riches for an American family living thousands of miles away in Florida and feel good fodder for Korean businessmen eagerly gathering in 24hr Seoul bars but the local community and ardent fans who supported the club through years of hardship have forever been cast into the wilderness.
On the subject of football who's looking forward to the World Cup? If by the World Cup you mean that football tournament going on in South Africa during the merry month of June, which sees England's population reduced to incoherent bigots, office idiots/women who've suddenly taken an interest in 'soccer', overweight white van drivers proudly sporting the free News of the World England car kits and endless montages of impoverished black South Africans playing football in local townships set to the Lion King score...then no I'm fucking not. If you are actually referring to the fact that come June a Manchester United player will almost certainly destroy England's chances of success (Rooney red card, Carrick own goal, Rio slap dash, Evra fighting, Nani winking ect...) then yes I fucking am. And because deep down I still love the ugly little cunt can it please be Carlos Tevez in the 91st minute to beat the 'Imperialist Enemy?'
Saw Hertzog's Bad Lieutenant last week. Nick Cage was phenomenal, the film itself was brazenly amazing, messy, chaotic, weird and compelling all at the same time. Best film of 2010, please check it out. Up this week The Killer Inside Me another film noir/American corrupt cop thriller this time from Michael Winterbottom: great name for a seriously good director (A Cock and Bull Story and 24 Hour Party People are two of the best British films of recent years.) Coupled with a gentle break during the World Cup during which time I can catch up with my Bergman/Fellini revision July is shaping up to be an exciting month for mainstream cinema for Christopher Nolan is back with Inception. Can not fucking wait.
Other than that I'm looking forward to spending a month at MTV towers, fucking off to Glastonbury for a crazy weekend and drinking plenty of Tanquery Gin (really, really nice stuff, can I get a free bottle for plugging it?) Ok so will be posting more frequently from now on, promise.
Stay safe people. X
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