He's not perfect, of course - Bellion, Djemba, Taibi, Berbatov, Ricardo, Miller et al prove that. But it's got to the stage now where I trust that man as much as I do my own mother, and all the time he's a) alive and b) sane, I want no-one else running the football club I love.
So, Michael Owen. I hate the fact he scored 158 goals for "them". When it comes to United I have a long memory, and I remember his "tackle" against Ronny Johnsen which put our man out for the season. A few minutes ago I felt physically sick, seeing him in a United shirt. An ex-Liverpool player, the shame. The fucking shame of it all.
But this is Sir Alex's decision, and I'll always support my team, no matter what, and no matter who. Doesn't mean I'm going to like him, doesn't mean I'm happy about this, doesn't mean I'll be singing any songs for him, or wanting his autograph.
Good luck trying to prove me wrong, Michael. And, through gritted teeth, I welcome you.
