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www.red11.org DAILY NEWS
Date: Mon Jan 18 01:36:47 GMT+00:00 1999
Mail: barry@www.red11.org

This Issue:
1. Dinna, dinna, dinna, dinna ........by Our Salford Lass
2. Same old Leicester - always taking the piss by RED KELLY
3. Gotcha....again !!!!  by Zep
4. Personal Article: My United by United
5. Becks Too Pricey for Bayern


Daily RED Trivia  Mon 18th January 1999:

18/1/1958: United crush Bolton Wanderers 7-2 at Old Trafford in Division 1 with
 goals from Bobby Charlton 3, Dennis Viollet 2, Duncan Edwards and Albert
 Scanlon. Attendance was 41,141. Team was: Gregg, Foulkes, Byrne, Colman,
 Jones, Edwards, Morgans, Charlton, Taylor, Viollet, Scanlon. This was Uniteds
 last home game before the Munich disaster.  

1975: Tommy Baldwin made his United debut at Sunderland. On a months loan
 from Millwall, Baldwin made just 2 appearances for United during the Second
 Division campaign. Previously the Striker had won FA Cup and European Cup
 Winners Cup winners medals with Chelsea.

Barry Daily Comment:

Inter lost 2-0 away to Bologna today. This drops them down to sixth
place with 27 points from 17 games (behind Fiorentina 35, Parma 32,
Milan 30, Lazio 29, and Roma 27). Inter have now lost six of their
seventeen games, winning eight.
Having just sold Kanu to the Arse, they are now about to finalize terms
with Real Madrid's Pannuzzi, and are hoping to tempt Real's Redondo by
offering Ze Elias plus cash in exchange. But won't both Pannuzzi and
Redondo be ineligible for the Champs League quarter final against us?
Apparently, toothy Ronaldo is still in poor form. So keep sticking pins
in your Ronaldo voodoo dolls. It's working!

Survey #33: Week of Jan 10
Should UNITED make an offer for Zidane?
Question now open: http://www.red11.org/miva/survey.mv

Previous News:
 Brian Kidd Press conference, pic, real audio
Peter Schmeichel's last Season at United!

Next games: 
ALL Result/Fixture Index:

  24/1 Liverpool   (H)  12.00 Sky Sports FA CUP 4th rnd
  31/1 Charlton    (A)  15.00 UK

UNITED Stats v All teams:


Date        Opposition                        Score   Pos.   Attend.
15/08/98    Leicester City           Home     D  2-2    11    55,052
22/08/98    West Ham United          Away     D  0-0    11    26,039
09/09/98    Charlton Athletic        Home     W  4-1     9    55,147
12/09/98    Coventry City            Home     W  2-0     5    55,193
20/09/98    Arsenal                  Away     L  0-3    10    38,142
24/09/98    Liverpool                Home     W  2-0     3    55,181
03/10/98    Southampton              Away     W  3-0     2    15,251
17/10/98    Wimbledon                Home     W  5-1     2    55,265
24/10/98    Derby County             Away     D  1-1     2    30,867
31/10/98    Everton                  Away     W  4-1     2    40,079
08/11/98    Newcastle United         Home     D  0-0     3    55,174
14/11/98    Blackburn Rovers         Home     W  3-2     2    55,198
21/11/98    Sheffield Wednesday      Away     L  1-3     2    39,475
29/11/98    Leeds                    Home     W  3-2     2    55,172
05/12/98    Aston Villa              Away     D  1-1     2    39,241
12/12/98    Tottenham Hotspur        Away     D  2-2     1    36,079
16/12/98    Chelsea                  Home     D  1-1     2    55,159
19/12/98    Middlebrough             Home     L  2-3     3    55,152
26/12/98    Notts Forest             Home     W  3-0     3    55,216 
29/12/98    Chelsea                  Away     D  0-0     3    34,741
10/01/99    West Ham United          Home     W  4-1     3    55,180
16/01/99    Leicester City           Away     W  6-2     2    22,091

Champions League:
Group D         P  W  D  L  F  A   Pts
Bayern Munich   6  3  2  1  9  6  11   
Man United      6  2  4  0 20 11  10
Barcelona       6  2  2  2 11  9   8    
Brondby         6  1  0  5  4 18   3   

Dec  9 Brøndby         0-2  Barcelona
Dec  9 Man Utd         1-1  Bayern Munich


 Manchester Utd    v   Inter Milan
 Real Madrid       v   Dynamo Kiev
 Juventus          v   Olympiakos
 Bayern Munich     v   Kaiserslautern

 Ties to be played on March 3 and 17


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Subject: Dinna, dinna, dinna, dinna ........by Our Salford Lass Again, it was all sunshine, blue skies and a carpet of pure white snow as I walked to the station to catch the 9am train. Looking across to the white hills, with the town nestling below looking like a Christmas card, it was hard not to feel optimistic about the day ahead. The train arrived on time, I walked straight onto a bus in Piccadilly, and I was walking down Sir Matt Busby Way by 9.50am. All good reasons to believe that a day starting so well had to contain one or two nasty shocks along the way, but it wasn't to be. Apart from the brief storm we encountered on the M6 on the way down and the best efforts of the Leicestershire police, the day turned into the best away trip of the season so far. We had a good trip down. The lads on the back seat were in top form, singing all the way. Unfortunately, their efforts were not appreciated by a few people on the coach, and Syd the Steward felt he had to remonstrate with them about their language! From then on, they inserted "Sydney" for every swear word, which took the piss nicely but kept them from getting thrown off the bus. We particularly enjoyed "We'll kill any Sydneys that get in our way" and "Sydney is a hooligan"! As we neared Leicester we ran into the scourge of the away travellor in that area - the Leicestershire police force! After travelling in convoy with the other official coaches all the way down, the other two coaches decided to go a different way and we arrived early at the usual meeting point (a bridge over a motorway, somewhere in the Midlands) - there was nobody there. After waiting for 10 minutes, we set off towards the ground, only to meet our companions further down the road, along with a couple of motorcycle cops. They then escorted us, not to the ground, but back to the bridge where we had just been and made us sit there for another half-an-hour! Judging they had kept us waiting just long enough for the traffic jams to build up nicely, the plods decided we could head off for the ground. Of course, instead of arriving with a couple of hours drinking time, we now arrived about 45 minutes before kick-off! Nice one!! As usual, we headed off to the wrong entrance (one of these days I'll get that sorted out!). On the way back to the right one we bumped into Paul Wheeler and his girlfriend, going in the opposite direction, but looking as if they knew where they were going. Obviously they didn't, because 5 minutes later we bumped into them again just inside the correct entrance!! Every year we marvel again at Filbert St and just how they still manage to wangle a licence off their local council for the away section - a dirty, decrepit, patched-up bus stop! We found our way to our seats - not bad this year, about half-way back and half-way along, and watched the shenanigans going on before kick-off. One advantage of being a rich club like United is that you don't have to have a different sponsor for everything! Leicester have a sponsor for each player, the manager, the kit man, the ball, the grass, the toilet paper in the Executive boxes - the mind boggles. Before the game we had the excitement of watching hundreds of presentations - to each sponsors' employee of the month (Monica Dimwit the clerk typist at the local building firm gets to be presented with a plaque - you get the idea), to sponsors' player of the month, to one of the sponsors' children (just cos she wanted to walk onto a footy pitch). Not being able to cope with all the excitement going on on the pitch, we turned our attendance to the inhabitants of the South Stand. As those of you who have had the dubious pleasure of attending a game at Filbert St will know, South Stand houses the "loyal supporters" of Leicester City. Here sit all their "hard lads", in spitting distance of the away fans. All that separates these grotesque specimens of 80's manhood from the rest of the human race is a few stewards, a corner of the pitch and a bit of netting (presumably to catch the spittle as it heads for an unsuspecting Red head). They tend to arrive early and provide much entertainment for any United fan daft enough to get into the ground before the game starts. Yesterday, they entertained themselves by abusing Fred the Red who drew a cheer from the United fans by mooning at the whole of South Stand! Just before the game started, our attention was drawn away from the home end as a certain list member staggered down the row behind us, holding his copies of Red News aloft, to say hello and that he'd been drinking since 9am and wasn't it a wonderful day! The first 15 minutes of the game was all United, both on and off the pitch. Both players and fans seemed "up for it" in a way not seen at an away game since last season. We should have had a couple before Dwight finally scored - I held my breath as he seemed to spend ages getting his balance just right before slotting the ball into the net. We jumped up and down and celebrated and generally went mental. Unfortunately, so did quite a number of Reds in South Stand! Over in the far corner there was a flurry of activity as stewards waded into the crowd. Eventually, half-a-dozen United fans (not wearing colours) were escorted right across the front of South Stand towards the away section. Of course this meant they got lots of abuse from the Leicester fans (and gave some back) but it also meant that we could give them a good welcome. As they grinned and waved up at us we sang "Reds are 'ere, Reds are there, Reds are every f**kin where". Much grimacing and spitting of feathers from the Leicester fans and a good sing-song for us. We took the mickey out of their ground - "We've got one stand bigger than your ground", later changed to "Jaap Stam's bigger than your ground" - and we replied to their taunt of "You're gonna win f**k all" with "You always win f**k all". We sang for Keane and Wes and Ole. Unfortunately the players, as they've done many times before this season, got sloppy. Peter pulled off a couple of good saves but eventually Leicester scored and our hearts sank. "Here we go again". As always the Leicester fans celebrated like they'd won the league, chanting at one Red just on the other side of the netting "Fatty, fatty what's the score?". Their favourite chant being "Same old Leicester, taking the piss". We had a number of chances to go ahead again in the last 10 minutes of the half, but it wasn't to be and we went in 1-1 at half-time. The break was enlivened by Fred the Red again, walking round the pitch with the female version of their mascot, he was encouraged to "give her one" by the United fans and proceeded to attempt to do rude things with his tail!! Leicester's idea of half-time entertainment was to bring on two milk floats - I kid you not! If the first half was a mixture of pleasure and pain, the second half was unadulterated pleasure, both on and off the pitch! Giggs, who had been totally ineffective as a right winger in the first half (how can you play someone without a right foot on the right wing??) went into the middle, enabling Becks to get out on the right wing. Blomqvist had been having a bit of a nightmare in the first half, but began to get back into the game, giving width on the left. Yorke was absolutely superb - his turn for Andy's second (?) goal bringing a gasp of amazement and pure pleasure from the United crowd - and Andy was on fire. At the back, Irwin was having one of his best games so far this season, Stam was an absolute colossus and Peter was commanding his area in the way he used to. They were unstoppable. Off the pitch we were also enjoying ourselves. As soon as Andy put us ahead early on, (running towards us with a big grin and shaking his shirt sleeve) we started to wind up the inhabitants of South Stand by throwing back at them "Same old Leicester, taking the piss" and "2-1 in your cup final". Then all hell seemed to break lose as we scored again, and again! Suddenly we were 4-1 up in a game that most of us had expected to have to struggle to win by one goal! The Dwight chant which has been doing the rounds in the pubs and on the coaches finally made its first appearance at a game: "Dwight Yorke, wherever you may be. You are the king of pornography. You stuck two fingers up at John Gregory And now you're playing for MUFC" (To the tune of "Lord of the dance) We sang our heads off and had a party. "Keano, there's only one Keano", "Oh Andy Cole", "Jesper, Jesper Blomqvist, Jesper Blomqvist on the wing" (to which Jesper did a little dance in front of us!). We sang "If you all hate scousers" and "F**k McManaman" (along with a new version - "F**k Cilla Black and f**k Ken Dodd ............... they're f**kin odd"). While all this was going on, the Leicester fans were being the usual small-time d**kheads and slagging off Becks and Posh Spice and doing aeroplane impressions. So we sang "You can stick your f**king England up your arse" and "Argentina, Argentina". This sent them absolutely wild - virtually foaming at the mouth! So of course, we did it some more! Finally, a chant of "Are you England in disguise?" was the last straw and about 50 of them could contain themselves no longer - they surged forwards trying to get across at the United fans (I think it just after our fourth goal). Stewards and police raced over to the corner and for a few minutes, the goings-on off the pitch were the centre of attention. As the stewards held them back we chanted "You're just a bunch of wankers" and "United Road." Then, one of the funniest moments of the whole afternoon - over the PA system, the announcer asked the residents of South Stand to "please calm down". Of course they then had 2000 United fans all chanting at them "Calm down, calm down" in scouse accents, with appropriate hand gestures! It was absolutely hysterical! From then on, the atmosphere in the United section was superb. We watched our players run all over Leicester (forget their second goal, it was a momentary blip!), and enjoyed watching the score mount. "We want 5" was followed by "We want 6". And then the crowning moment of the whole game - the icing on the cake. Becks came over to take a corner. As he walked over towards us, the United fans roared and he grinned up at us. The ball went into the box but then went loose and there, leaping on it with the predatory instincts more fitting to a striker than a central defender, was our Jaap. As the ball went into the back of the net, the whole United section exploded. We hugged and kissed and screamed and jumped up and down as Jaap (with a massive grin on his face) took the congratulations of the other players, who looked as pleased as we were. For the last 5 minutes of the game there was only one chant - "Dinna, dinna, dinna, dinna ...........Jaap Stam". If you'll pardon the swearing, it was Sydney brilliant! In what seemed like no time at all, the final whistle blew and the game was over. The whole United section waited to clap the players off the pitch. A special roar went up for Stam but the star of the show (as he often is) was Becks. As usual he came right over to us, clapping as he walked, but then - with his back to any officials of course! - he went over to the Leicester fans in South Stand and clapped them too. Only they (and those of us near enough) could see the faces he was pulling at them! I just love that lad! As we fought for our lives in the crush at the back of the bus stop (exaggerating a bit there, but you get the idea), we were grinning and laughing and singing. Leaving the ground the street was blocked off by the police, so we were able to go back to our coaches unmolested. As we sat in the traffic jams leaving Leicester, all the local kids turned out to challenge anyone interested to a fight (!) but all they got for their pains was the sight of Slim's ample backside adorning the back window! The journey back up the motorway was enlivened by listening to a Leicester fan whining to David Mellor about the "disgraceful" United fans who had been chanting anti-England songs! Of course, he didn't mention the aeroplane impressions and the abusive chants. It was strange experience hearing Mellor actually sticking up for us! So, man-of-the-match? This is a hard one. Apart from Giggs and Keane, who were both below par, its hard to find a player who didn't play well. But Stam has to have the award. Apart from turning in an outstanding performance, those of us present will never forget the day that our Jaap scored his first goal for United. Moment of the match? Stam's goal of course!! Our Salford Lass
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Subject: Same old Leicester - always taking the piss by RED KELLY What a great day it was yesterday - someone said as we made our way out of the ground that it was the best time he'd ever had at a football match. Maybe that was a slight exaggeration, but it WAS good! The day started in bright sunshine when Mick and I left to pick up Richard and drove the relatively short distance to Leicester. We were due to meet Pete, Hal and the rest of the gang in a pub on the main road only five minutes walk from the ground. The pub was packed with Leicester fans but hardly any of them wearing the first team shirt which was a change from the last few years. Maybe they've finally realised it looks absolutely crap with that stupid Walkers Crisps logo on the front which is more reminiscent to a jar of Marmite than a packet of crisps. The small group were gathered in the Red corner of a back room and soon to be joined by a very tanned Jon Leigh fresh from his winter break and still smiling. After a couple of pints for us and several for Jon, and a swift walk to the ground Richard, Mick and I realised that we had seats next to each other. acquiring tickets for away games can be a problem but getting seats together is usually an impossibility not that that usually makes any difference because ewe take no notice of seat and row numbers anyway. It was a good job we were right at the back though because it would have been difficult for anyone behind us to see especially as we were all standing throughout without any sort of problem from stewards or the police. The atmosphere in the Red end was already warming up and the teams were already out on the pitch by the time we'd taken our places. The game was warming up too with the Reds well on top. After a mere few minutes Yorke found himself in acres of space after Andy had drawn two defenders away from him with a great run. The ball dropped at his feet and he seemed to take an age before claiming the first goal of the afternoon. On the terraces the celebrations extended into the home areas of the ground as the renowned Leicester Reds showed their allegiance. This sparked off some trouble and the stewards dived in to wrestle the two rival factions apart and escort the Red brethren out to the mass singing of "Reds are here, Reds are there, Reds are every f**king where." This used to be the battle cry when I first started watching United and it brought back some great memories. Perhaps United scored too early, as it all became a little too easy. The chances went begging even though they were so much on top. With only ten minutes of the half left the defence laid off and allowed Zigger Zagorakis to score from 30 yards out. This sent the Leicester fans into whoops of ecstacy and the most amusing song of the day given it's first airing. "Same old Leicester - always taking the piss". This was a choice of song which was a little premature and was to rebound on the hapless Blues later on. It woke them all up though and they started to come out with the usual boring anti Becks crap, so we responded in the way we know would cause an effect. All the Ingerland stuff was given the vocal treatment which wound them up nicely. They naturally started the pro Ingerland songs. Why don't these people realise they are playing into our hands when they do this? We enjoyed the irony of them singing pro Ingerland songs especially as their goal had been score by a Greek and we told them so. After never looking like scoring for the first 35 minutes they could have gone in at half-time 2-1 up when Kaamark thankfully missed a sitter late on. We were glad of the half-time whistle in the end and off we went on the long walk to the toilets negotiating the narrow tract behind the stand past the queues for Foxes Fast Foods. Why anyone would have wanted to purchase anything from there is beyond me as we had been treated all through the half to a smell emanating from their ovens which was all too reminiscent to school dinners. I bumped into Dr Mark and the sausageman who were decidedly unhappy about the last ten minutes citing what happened at Sheffield Wednesday as an excuse for their pessimism. I tried my best to convince them otherwise but as Mark said, his glass is always half empty and not half full - time to change mate! So with my optimism barely in tact I resumed my perch for the start of the second half and as fortune favours the brave, within a few short minutes Giggs had played a long ball to Andy who beat the Leicester defence for speed and slotted the ball under Keller to put us back in the lead. We could relax again as Andy and the rest of the lads get into the new wrist flicking celebration - eh! We weren't bothered what sort of celebration they were into - we were well into our own and with a "same old Leicester - always taking the piss" we wound up the fox fans to almost snapping point. Get a dictionary lads and look up irony! The next goal was to prove too much for the poor dears. It was a Yorke and Andy special - the soul brothers on another superb link-up which resulted in Andy scoring his second. The Leicester fans went berserk down in the corner to our left. They were desperate to get at the Reds and surged their way forward to the front of the stand. It was only due to quick police intervention that diverted an incident which could have escalated into a major problem. They were well wound up and had their springs had snapped. I suppose it didn't help that we were deliriously happy and singing not only United songs continuously but also our anti Ingerland repertoire. Well, they started it with their crass Becks bating with the usual, "you're shit and your birds a slag" - oh very original you pathetic jealous small-time b......s. They deserved everything we threw at them (metaphorically of course). They went absolutely mental as we wound them up some more with "Argentina, Argentina" and "calm down, calm down" with all the appropriate actions. It was like a comedy show and they were the clowns and when Yorke scored the fourth it turned farcical. Dennis had hoofed the ball out of defence when it bounced in front of Keller who had raced out of his goal. It must have been Dwight's charisma that distracted him as he missed the ball completely enabling Yorke to slide it home from the narrowest angle. There was no return from there for the frantic foxes. All they could do was put Walsh up front and pump the balls up to him which work briefly. Schmeichel came out of his goal to clear a crossed ball, he missed it and punched poor Phil Neville instead. Nev fell to the ground out cold on the edge of the penalty area while the ball fell to Guppy who blasted his shot towards the corner flag. Unfortunately it hit Walsh in the nethers and rebounded into the empty net. Not to worry, it gave the Leicester fans something to cheer for a while - not too long though because it was back to the Dwight and Andy show. It was 2-2 to them and inevitably one or the other was going to walk away with the match ball - it was Dwight. Another long ball out of defence fell to Cole who again beat everyone else for pace, but with the goal at his mercy he decided in his own benevolent way to pass to his buddy Dwight. In a flash of utter cheek and precocious brilliance he sped into the box and smashed the ball against the bar at just the right angle so that it would rebound to Yorke who gratefully accepted the match ball by volleying it into the empty net. What a pass and what unselfishness on Andy's part! The game had been well won for ages, perhaps Fergie had concocted some half-time wizardry again, but there had been only one team in it for the second half and we had enjoyed ourselves immensely. Practically the whole team had played well, but we singled out Jesper if only because he was nearest to us most of the time. We sang, "Jesper, Jesper Blomqvist on the wing" and he obliged us with a dance, pointing to the name on the back of his shirt. There could have been many more goals in the game but Keller had made a couple of superb saves and there had been some near misses, but there was little he could do about the last goal which started a celebration of monumental proportions. Jaap Stam had arguably been man of the match again, which I know seems a bit unlikely in such a rampant victory, but the man is a huge success, a great footballer especially with the ball at his feet, and is destined to be a star for years to come. We had been waiting for this moment for several games and it arrived at the most appropriate time sparking off the loudest response of all. Becks was over in his favourite corner with the Leicester fans dishing out their predictable stick, but with a flick of his right foot he crossed a ball which eluded everyone except the big man who caught it on the volley and hammered it into the net. As we went mad he ran off with a grin on his face which nearly split it in two. Up the pitch he ran, body swerving his way through his team-mates, obviously relishing every second. On the terraces we started - "dina, dina, dina, dina, dina, dina, dina, dina Jaap Stam - Jaap Stam." On and on and on it went reverberating through the massed ranks of the Red army up until the final whistle. At the end of the game Yorke came over and showed us the match ball and Becks gave us a bow to thank us for the support we have given him in the face of the ridiculous barracking he has to face game after game by sets of mindless supporters from countless other clubs. As we made our way out of the ground negotiating the crush in the narrow passageway at the back of the stand everyone was full of smiles still singing the BatStam song as loud as ever and battering the sides of the Foxes Fast Food shutters as we passed. Outside the ground the police were in force standing shoulder to shoulder where the two sets of rival supporters were due to meet. They had erected a mesh fence which separated us from them. This caused much amusement as the Leicester fans did their impersonations of chimpanzees at the zoo by charging the fence and pressing their angry faces up to it. We smiled as we went past and waved our goodbyes as the police did their best to prevent the lemmings from making human chips out of themselves by pressing their stupid faces too close to the mesh. At the end of the road the police had made a barricade of a couple of vans and filled the rest of the space with themselves. They were waiting for the fox fans to clear out of the way before letting us pass. As this was in a residential area there had to be one local who couldn't resist peeping out from behind his curtains in an upstairs window to see what was going on. There were about a hundred of us stuck their waiting patiently and still smiling when one spotted the peeping Tom and started up, "there's only one nosey b......d!" He disappeared from view quicker than he appeared and didn't bother showing his face again! We were eventually set free and made our way unhindered back to the car. Back on the main road we spied a bakery window full of cakes and buns and just couldn't resist a taste. It was fairly obvious to the two ladies in the shop where we'd been and which team we followed but they were also in fairly high spirits as it was near the end of the day for them and they were probably about to close the shop within the next few minutes. So we had a good laugh with them and joked about the sign in their shop which read "NO VEGETABLE FATS". We supposed that any other fats would be OK and suggested that several overweight Leicester fans could find themselves prevented from entering because they filled the rejection criteria being both fat and vegetables - or at least behaving like vegetables! On our happy journey home the afternoon's jollity was sealed when a Leicester fan called Mellor's 606 complaining about us singing Argentina and "even, United are better than England." ha bloody ha. Copyright RED KELLY 1999
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Subject: Gotcha....again !!!! by Zep You know what,it's a charmed life being a red at the moment.Not only has the football,dare I say it,approached levels not seen since the 93/94 double-winning side in the last few games,but it just gets better and better being a match-going red taking the piss every week ! Ever since the season began,whenever any anti-ingerland songs have been sung,you can guarantee to get a response from the ABU's.At first it was just the occasional song for a laugh.Now the full repertoire of songs have been developed and get aired with much gusto every week. Take West Ham last week for example.We wound them up so much that they could take no more and came out with the wonderful "You're a fackin' disgrace" ditty,much to everyone's delight !! Yesterday was even funnier.The Leicester "hard boys" ( you know,the ones who really think they're it when safely in the ground,but can't be seen anywhere outside of it) got very aggitated when we started singing "Are You England in disguise","Argentina,Argentina" and "It's just like watching England" when we were 4-1 up (or was it 5-2,I forget,but who cares),and decided that they would "charge" the United fans in the corner of the stand,knowing full-well that there were dozens of stewards and police that would prevent them getting anywhere near.What did United fans do ? We just stood there and laughed......gotcha again !!! They just don't get it,do they ? After being dropped off back at home (cheers for the lift Paul),Mick rang me to say that a Leicester fan had been on the slug's 606 phone-in to complain about the disgraceful behaviour of the United fans singing anti-ingerland songs.Brilliant I thought.They even allow these clowns onto the radio to spout off their diatribe !! Apparently it took a letter from a Salford Red to explain what it is all about to these idiots. Finally,a few other treasured moments to share with you all:Jesper Blomquist dancing along to his song on the touchline in front us 5 minutes from time.Spot on Jesper !! ;The 2500 strong reds giving a storming rendition of the "Jaap Stam,Jaap Stam" (to the "Batman" tune) song after he scored up until the final whistle;and like it or not,tacky or not,the Dwight Yorke song has now officially been adopted. "Dwight Yorke,wherever you may be,you are the king of pornography,you stuck two fingers up to John Gregory,and now you play for MUFC" And finally,finally,a story I heard from a mate of mine who travelled down on the supporters' club bus from Stalybridge.An MUTV film crew travelled down with them to do some interviews on the coach before and after the match.They arrived in Leicester at 12 O'clock and all, including the film crew,went straight to a pre-arranged pub that they go to every year.However,the camera was left on the coach.Not wanting to miss the opportunity that was begging to be taken,a few of them went back onto the coach and conducted some "interviews" between themselves, only these definately won't be broadcast on MUTV next week,at least not before midnight !!!! "Hello,my name is *****,I'm pissed and this is my arse !!" I wish that I could be in the editing room on Monday morning when the camera crew review their tape and find out what happened !!! It's great being a red,isn't it !! -- Zep
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Subject: Personal Article: My United by United Mailed in from our website: So many stops along my way I have been with my United, never there (physically..) hoping one day to be there, childhood of listening to BBC world service (I was probably the only kid in Israel wearing a scuff in May... that my mother maid for me) Today I am temporarily in the states (Boise Idaho) driving back from diner in a rented car listening to National Public Radio there was an article by the BBC (yes United by United) we got to the hotel and my wife went to the Hotel room I stayed in the car listening to fans from Singapore, norway all over having the same vibes in there soul that I have (we can talk about ManU for hours but other thing... sharing the same moment in different places) One day I will be in OT, going there trying to capture every moment looking around some will say 'look at that guy' but for me that day I will be there after all those years, Martin Buchan will be there Alex Stepny, Brain Robson and the KING (I will never forget the day he came abroad thinking 'you better be good last year you crashed our soul' and so quickly he became the captain of our ship) hay Ryan have at least one drive that day (splitting defense keeping us breathless) hay David leave one rocket for that game, Roy make shore you push the team on... my train is going with stops on the way, but I will not rest until I will be there!!! We are not alone with our passion UNITED WE STAND. Yoel. (Barry: sorry folks, there was no email address)
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Subject: Becks Too Pricey for Bayern Beckham too expensive for Bayern, says Bayern boss BONN, Jan 17 (Reuters) - Bayern Munich cannot afford to buy Manchester United midfielder David Beckham, the German club's manager, Uli Hoeness, was quoted as saying on Sunday. "Whowever wants to buy David Beckham has to be able to buy the Spice Girls as well," Hoeness told the German daily Express. "A player from Manchester United is too expensive." Hoeness was quoted as saying last week that Bayern were looking for "a real top guy like David Beckham" for next season. "We would rather deal with clubs from Spain or Italy, who are a bit more reasonable," Hoeness told Express.
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