exasperation and frustration of the highest order...

i'm sure most of you have read my post-united loss rants before. but honestly, that was a performance so limp even fielding a team of 11 amoebas (or ameobae or whatever the bloody plural form for amoeba is) would have had more spine than the team that faced newly-promoted burnley at turf moor.

surely burnley defended resolutely and scored a cracking goal. hell, brian jensen deserves a medal for his heroics (as always, opposition keepers ALWAYS play their best games against united... damn i hate goalkeepers that don't play for manchester united...).

but surely, even then, with the glut of chances we had towards the end and even the bloody penalty, we couldn't even find just one reply?

by goodness.

there's a saying that you never write united off until the last second of the game.

at the rate we're going, we're just going to write ourselves out of winning the league.