Growing up is realising that New Year’s Eve is a load of fucking shite. Full of the slimiest 2 faced cunts walking the street that wouldn’t say a word to ye all year but wana be ye bezzy all of a sudden at 12 o’clock. No ta
Thanks for the trust you placed in me, coach. It's not the ending we hoped for, and we're really feeling it because responsibility is always shared. But we hold onto the great memories of Wembley and your passion for United. Good luck and every success in the future.
