See your blues Blues

And at the umpteenth time,we last fell victims of a ref manhattan and callous enough to put us as bait in a yet would be uniteds' hook.

His name Mark Clattenburg.

Our hopes of getting back into our winning ways dimmed and plummeted when two cards saw two away in a span of five minutes to ease the way for united and to the relish of its fans.

The blues put up a strong fight-to the tether.Then it happened again.This time Mark allowing an offside goal from Chicharito.

Undoubtedly,the win was lame and far from just.

You should have seen how their fanatics danced and jeered.I'd acquire a tremor of annoyance then.Conversely,I already had my clefts ready but rather disdainfully.I cursed Mark to damnation.Then I imagined what could become of united if the latter quit.They'd struggle off in the league.Facile simple.

I have since stifled a yawn.No hard feelings though.United won.Unfairly.Cheers united for the win.Cheers for the glamor,fame and hoary.

But wait...

No cheers.We'll always meet to add jabs to each others closet.When you'll win fairly, we'll acknowledge defeat and we expect their die- hards to do so also and in the same token.But it never will because they'll never win fairly.

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