Malcolm Glazer = complete insensitive fucking scumbag who should be shot
Except shooting him would be too good for a wanker like him.
He isn't wanted at Old Trafford. How much does it take for us to get that message across to him? How many pizzas and skips do his advisors need before they get the message not to work with the wanker?
And then when does he choose to make his offer?
February 6th.
The most important, poignant day in the history of our great club. The anniversary of the Munich Air Disaster when the 1958 team was wiped out returning from a European Cup match in Belgrade. I've been to the site of the accident, paid my respects to the team who died. I have a photo on the wall here at home of the line up at the final match the day before.
And this scumbag thinks he can come along and take over the club without the slightest knowledge of what the club is or what it stands for. He makes promises which everybody knows will be reneged upon. He will put ticket prices up. He won't invest in the team. He will sell the players. He will rape the club for his own personal ends.
HE WILL BE STOPPED.
Sir Matt would be turning in his grave right now.
RIP Roger Byrne, Geoff Bent, Eddie Colman, Duncan Edwards, Mark Jones, David Pegg, Tommy Taylor, Billy Whelan. We won't forget you, and we won't let our club sell its soul to Glazer.
The Flowers of Manchester
On one cold and bitter Thursday in Munich, Germany,
Eight great football stalwarts conceded victory,
Eight men who will never play again who met destruction there,
The flowers of British football, the flowers of Manchester
Matt Busby's boys were flying, returning from Belgrade,
This great United family, all masters of their trade,
The Pilot of the aircraft, the skipper Captain Thain,
Three times they tried to take off and twice returned back again.
The third time down the runaway disaster followed close,
There was a slush upon that runaway and the aircraft never rose,
It ploughed into the marshy ground, it broke, it overturned.
And eight of the team were killed when the blazing wreckage burned.
Roger Byrne and Tommy Taylor who were capped for England's side.
And Ireland's Billy Whelan and England's Geoff Bent died,
Mark Jones and Eddie colman, and David Pegg also,
they lost their lives as it ploughed on through the snow.
Big Duncan he went to, with an injury to his frame,
And Ireland's brave Jack Blanchflower will never play again,
The great Sir Matt Busby lay there, the father of his team
Three long months passed by before he walked again.
The trainer, coach and secretary, and a member of the crew,
Also eight sporting journalists who with United flew,
and one of them Big Swifty, who we'll ne'er forget,
the finest English 'keeper that ever graced the net.
Oh, England's finest football team its record truly great,
its proud successes mocked by a cruel turn of fate.
Eight men will never play again, who met destruction there,
the flowers of English football, the flowers of Manchester
http://www.munich58.co.uk/index.asp
The memorial
Close up
The crash site today
He isn't wanted at Old Trafford. How much does it take for us to get that message across to him? How many pizzas and skips do his advisors need before they get the message not to work with the wanker?
And then when does he choose to make his offer?
February 6th.
The most important, poignant day in the history of our great club. The anniversary of the Munich Air Disaster when the 1958 team was wiped out returning from a European Cup match in Belgrade. I've been to the site of the accident, paid my respects to the team who died. I have a photo on the wall here at home of the line up at the final match the day before.
And this scumbag thinks he can come along and take over the club without the slightest knowledge of what the club is or what it stands for. He makes promises which everybody knows will be reneged upon. He will put ticket prices up. He won't invest in the team. He will sell the players. He will rape the club for his own personal ends.
HE WILL BE STOPPED.
Sir Matt would be turning in his grave right now.
RIP Roger Byrne, Geoff Bent, Eddie Colman, Duncan Edwards, Mark Jones, David Pegg, Tommy Taylor, Billy Whelan. We won't forget you, and we won't let our club sell its soul to Glazer.
The Flowers of Manchester
On one cold and bitter Thursday in Munich, Germany,
Eight great football stalwarts conceded victory,
Eight men who will never play again who met destruction there,
The flowers of British football, the flowers of Manchester
Matt Busby's boys were flying, returning from Belgrade,
This great United family, all masters of their trade,
The Pilot of the aircraft, the skipper Captain Thain,
Three times they tried to take off and twice returned back again.
The third time down the runaway disaster followed close,
There was a slush upon that runaway and the aircraft never rose,
It ploughed into the marshy ground, it broke, it overturned.
And eight of the team were killed when the blazing wreckage burned.
Roger Byrne and Tommy Taylor who were capped for England's side.
And Ireland's Billy Whelan and England's Geoff Bent died,
Mark Jones and Eddie colman, and David Pegg also,
they lost their lives as it ploughed on through the snow.
Big Duncan he went to, with an injury to his frame,
And Ireland's brave Jack Blanchflower will never play again,
The great Sir Matt Busby lay there, the father of his team
Three long months passed by before he walked again.
The trainer, coach and secretary, and a member of the crew,
Also eight sporting journalists who with United flew,
and one of them Big Swifty, who we'll ne'er forget,
the finest English 'keeper that ever graced the net.
Oh, England's finest football team its record truly great,
its proud successes mocked by a cruel turn of fate.
Eight men will never play again, who met destruction there,
the flowers of English football, the flowers of Manchester
http://www.munich58.co.uk/index.asp
The memorial
Close up
The crash site today