Monday, December 1

Albums Of 2014 - No. 15 to No. 1

1. Bombay Bicycle Club 'So Long, See You Tomorrow'






2. Alt-J 'This Is All Yours'






3. Jamie T 'Carry On the Grudge'






4. Coldplay 'Ghost Stories'






5. Lonely the Brave 'The Day's War'






6. Interpol 'El Pintor'






7. Ben Howard 'I Forget Where We Are'






8. Nick Mulvey 'First Mind'






9. The Orwells 'Disgraceland'






10. TV On The Radio 'Seeds'






11. Banks 'Goddess'






12. Matthew And The Atlas 'Other Rivers'






13. Jungle 'Jungle'






14. James Vincent McMorrow 'Post Tropical'






15. Karen O 'Crush Songs'

Albums Of 2014 - No. 30 to No. 16

16. Damon Albarn 'Everyday Robots'






17. La Roux 'Trouble in Paradise'






18. Thom Yorke 'Tomorrow's Modern Boxes'






19. Kasabian '48:13'






20. Sam Smith 'In The Lonely Hour'






21. The Black Keys 'Turn Blue'






22. Wild Beasts 'Present Tense'






23. Lana Del Rey 'Ultraviolence'






24. Elbow 'The Take Off and Landing of Everything'






25. Beck 'Morning Phase'






26. Broken Bells 'After the Disco'






27. Manchester Orchestra 'COPE'






28. Metronomy 'Love Letters'






29. Damien Rice 'My Favourite Faded Fantasy'






30. Gerard Way 'Hesitant Alien'

Tuesday, November 18

Chris Smalling, Please Fuck Off You Don’t Deserve To Play For Manchester United

Football is probably the most fickle thing in the world.

On my Please Fuck Off You Don’t Deserve To Play For Manchester United list, published the night we lost to MK Dons, Chris Smalling was not on it.

But Fellaini was. And he's a player who I am now behind, having finally seen him start to perform for United. Is he United-level now? No, course not. But at least it's obvious how hard he's trying.

Smalling, however, I hope never ever plays for United again. Ever. Ever fucking ever fucking ever.

He is an absolute fucking tit of the highest standard.

He is a man who dressed up as a terrorist to some party cos he thought it looked good.

And he's a man who fuckwittingly put in two bad challenges against a City team on a downward spiral, the second coming after he picked up a yellow card just 10 minutes before for an as-ridiculous block on Joe Hart.

Like, he's an absolute fucking moron and the dumbest fuckwit I've ever seen play for United.

Oh, and then - after we beat Crystal Palace in a game he had fuck-all to do with - he goes out partying with the United lads in town.

Chris Smalling - I know you don't read tiny blogs from passionate United fans - but if you happen to come across this, FUCK OFF OUT OF MY CLUB AND NEVER COME BACK.

GRRRRRR.

Sunday, September 14

Manchester United Has Lost Its Identity; Now Let's Forge A New One

The first thing I did the morning we signed Falcao was, like every morning, check my Twitter timeline. I scrolled up from sudden reports we were being linked to him, to confirmation we agreed a fee.

I was excited, of course. Didn't expect it... But, if I'm being honest, I also had this strange feeling underneath my delight. 'This doesn't feel like United, we're signing all these world-class players.'

It was a new feeling; one I'd never experienced in my 23 years as a fan. I was so delighted so many of my most-hated list were off elsewhere, especially Cleverley and Welbeck.

But I didn't expect both Di Maria and Falcao to join. I don't ever remember us buying so much talent in one window.

I like it. It's how we should be reacting to finishing 7th, no question.

But at the same time, suddenly we're joining the same dining table as City and Chelsea, and spending our arses off to compete. We're still unique in that we weren't pushed to create history through oil money, but we are attracting mercenary stars to go the distance.

We also have a foreign manager now, for the first time in history. I really like LVG; it'll just take time to get used to someone not British in charge.

But all of this mess had to happen.

We had to finish 7th, as one last tribute to the Greatest Manager Ever. We had to sack the man he hired. We had to rid the deadwood. And we had to dig deep into our pockets in order to get back on track.

It's time for a new Manchester United and a new identity.

I'm excited.

I don't know if this one will blood homegrown youth as much, play fast and attacking football, or score late winners with a never-say-die attitude.

But I do know Ferguson will still be in the stands, Charlton next to him, and Giggs will be on the touchline.

And I do know that it wants to win trophies. That's something I've only ever known my United to do.

Now let's bring the fucking sun. :-)

Tuesday, September 2

Update Update: The Please Fuck Off You Don’t Deserve To Play For Manchester United List

Cleverley: GONE. This isn't personal. I don't know the guy, obviously. He's probably a very nice person and good human being. This is footballing only, and he's not good enough for United. It's sad, like Welbeck, in that Academy kids haven't quite excelled on their promise and have to move on. But if they were good enough, they would get in the team. There will be another Beckham/Giggs/Scholes/Neville one day, of course, but that whole shebang was a freak and it'll never happen again. Maybe it'll be James Wilson, maybe it'll be someone else in 10 years' time.