The better United do, the more I ignore them. Yet, they keep winning, whilst certain pretenders have experienced a few slips.
It's a matter of some sadness to me that I seem to have fallen out of love with Manchester United and we are, now, at best, Good Friends. Well into the mid-Nineties, I was pretty much obsessed, but now, yes, I like to see them play, and love them to see win, and I have a strong strength of identity with them. But their results are no longer a key determinant of my state of mind. I suspect it's because I'm growing up, but I feel I ought to go through a mourning process.
