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Loved Up On Fergie

Today, there seems to be a lot of ass kissing aimed at the behind of our glorious leader. Even I'm doing it.

Martinez, the Wigan FC manager, backtracked from his earlier rant about Fergie being 'too powerful' and a 'bully' and started grovelling uncontrollably with a long drawn out series of phone calls and a public apology: "I've got the utmost respect for Sir Alex Ferguson...Sir Alex is probably the best manager in the world."

Similarly, the love bug has even spread to the evil United hating Journos

Jeff Powell writing in the Mail today went all out in praise: "And Fergie is the mightiest manager, no matter how bitterly the world outside Manchester United begrudges the dominance exerted by this craggy old Scot over the game England invented." in an article entitled: Sir Alex Ferguson lost top spot at Liverpool and is now public enemy No 1 with referees, but let's remember that he is ... STILL THE GREATEST

Meanwhile still no news on Benitez congratulating Fergie on last year historic league title.

Gotta Love our Away Support

As the Barnsley fan ran onto the pitch and made a tit of himself, the United away end chanted 'Fergie Sign Him Up, Fergie Fergie Sign Him Up'.

Andy Goram tells Fergie to F' off

Andy Goram recounts the story behind his brief spell at United:

Walter Smith. He was manager of Everton at the time and warned me to keep my phone on because someone was going to ring me.

"What is it, gaffer? You got a job for me?" I asked. "Just keep your f*****g phone on," he growled.

Now I was starting to wonder what was going on. I suspected I was about to get the p*** taken out of me.

Two minutes later, the phone rang again. "Goalie, it's Alex Ferguson here. We've got Bayern Munich on Wednesday and Liverpool at the weekend. Barthez is injured and Raimond van der Gouw is struggling. I need you to come down on loan until the end of the season."

I said: "Coisty, f*** off". And put the phone down. Ally could do Sir Alex perfectly. I wasn't falling for that old one.

The phone rang again and I told Miriam to answer it this time.

"Miriam, this is Alex Ferguson, and you can tell that fat b*****d he's got ten seconds to say aye or naw."

It really was him. I thought I was dreaming.

I'd been playing football for 20 years, and there had been many great moments.

But I don't think many come close to that call from Sir Alex Ferguson.

(Extract from the Sun)

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Carlos, What's the Score, Carlos Carlos What's The Score?

Quoted in the Daily Mail, Tevez said:

"I must admit I did believe I would get a different reception from the United supporters.

"Initially everything was positive and I was greeted by my former team-mates and United staff without any problems at all.

"But as soon as I entered the field the atmosphere was very different. It was hard to take because previously I was always wanted by those people."

Similarly, Manchester City's Garrido was taken aback by the atmosphere at the ground:

"I have been in England for two seasons and this was the match with more fanaticism than any other."

"I know other derbies but this atmosphere was incredible, with insults flying as soon as we arrived at the stadium."

Heartbeat of the Team Fletcher Talking Emotion Not Tactics

“It was an exhausting game to play in. It was emotional because one minute you’re ahead and the next it’s level again. It was up and down, but you have got to believe in yourself and believe in your team-mates.

“The fans got right behind us, it was a great atmosphere and we kept fighting until the final whistle.”

Thats How Much It Meant

A Rush Like No Other

Last season, a young Italian striker from the reserves came off the bench and scored a last minute winner that sent me and 73,000 fellow reds into pure emotional delirium. That goal arguably won us the league. Just as importantly, that goal was one of the sweetest football rushes I had ever experienced in a lifetime blessed with incredible moments supporting United.

Yesterday’s 95^th minute winner against our arch rivals was a rush of similar magnitude, albeit preceded by countless moments of rollercoater highs and painful falls.

Manchester United 4-3 Manchester City.

The scoreline, the reports, the analysis only tell one side of this amazing game’s story.

It’s hard to explain to people the emotional aspect of watching football. Many people understand football support as entertainment, a day out, a match day experience. But for many of us, watching football becomes a need that comes from the emotional highs and lows we go through watching our teams play, all the more hightened in certain 'special' matches.

The Manchester derby yesterday was one of those 'special' games.

The commentary afterwards on the radio, the phone-ins and most media reports concentrated on the defensive mistakes, the goals, the added time, the pitch invaders, the goal keeping howlers, all the factual aspects of the day.

Simply, the real story about yesterday’s game lay in the emotional outpouring affecting all concerned.

I hit highs and sank to real lows, all within a few hours. Within that time I had lost my voice, hugged everyone within a 4 seat radius of me, and jumped up and down like I hadn’t done since my days as a toddler.

Arguably the greatest derby in living memory was characterized not by great play, great defences or attackers, but by the remarkable catalogue of events on the pitch and the passion in the stands surrounding these.

So here’s to experiencing last minute winners, heroes returning as villains, derby atmospheres, love for red / hatred for blue, 4-3 score lines, packed stadiums, full blooded chanting, and everything else that makes football the conduit of our passions, and the best legal high around.

Epic 4-3!

An Everton forum quote:

"F 'em - the Citeh fans have become the biggest set of gobshites in the PL - they deserved fuck all today & that's what they ended up with - they'd be better served asking where their right back disappeared to when Owen was left in acres of space during the dying embers of the game. Lescott was shite today aswell - which was nice.............."

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