Thursday, 9 April 2009

Running down the wing, hear United sing...

I'm actually supposed to be doing something vaguely constructive at the moment, but I'm currently listening to "99 Luftballons" (your fault, Merciless Public) and am now going to blog about Cristiano Ronaldo. Such is life.

Earlier on I was perusing one of my favourite websites: which combines United with statistics. Add Ana Ivanovic, and that is literally what heaven is going to be like! Today I was looking at goalscorers, and it shocked me when my eye was caught by everyone's favourite greasy Portuguese c*nt.

In terms of "All Competitive Matches" he's already 17th on the list, ahead of luminaries such as Bryan Robson, Lou Macari, Frank Stapleton, Sammy McIlroy, Steve Coppell etc.
In terms of "All Premier League Matches" he's 6th on the list, ahead of legends such as King Eric, David Beckham, Wayne Rooney, Dwight Yorke, Teddy Sheringham, Mark Hughes.
Blimey, he's only 10 goals behind Ole Gunnar.

So, why do I not feel Ronnie is a United legend? He is a "Manchester United player" in terms of quality, he's fired us to trophies single-handedly, he's one of the best players in the world, and effing hell, he's only 24. But, with every story that comes out about Real Madrid, and everytime I see him lose the ball and throw a tantrum, I love him less and less.

At this moment in time, Cristiano has a choice. He can stay at United, fight for the shirt, sort his attitude out, and become a true legend. Or, he can fuck off to Madrid, a side living on past glories and woefully overshadowed by the Barca express.

Do the right thing, Ronnie, for god's sake man. Your too good to ruin the rest of your career just because Madrid is sunny.

Now, altogether now: "99 Luftballons, Auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont!"


  1. Very similar to our Paul Robinson situation. Except I wish he'd sod off. You don't need Ronaldo anyway, you have Macheda now!

  2. So he's not a true United player, much like A-Rod is not a true Yankee? I suppose you'd rather have the Scott Brosiuses of this world. Success comes at a cost, and that cost is tolerating dickishness from time to time.