OK then,can you guess which team is being described in this recent newspaper article......
Please, never let us become like *******
It's a conundrum that has tormented football's philosophers for years: what is more important, style or results?
Of course, in an ideal world, with the ideal bank balance, we would all play like Man U - the perfect harmony of both.
But not everyone has that luxury.
Until this week The Man had always leaned towards results over style.
I don't go to football to be entertained - at least not in the purest sense.
Winning is my entertainment.
I'm not like Newcastle fans, who expect a pole dance, sky-dive and sexy football to supplement the adrenaline of a win.
Three points would do for me.
However, my experience at ******* this week changed my views somewhat.
Quite simply, ******* are the most horrific “football” team I have ever seen. They make Stoke look like Di Stefano's Real Madrid.
Utterly hopeless, spirit-crushing football.
It's almost a kind of robotic Sci Fi sport, staffed by drones who have been programmed to operate to their master's commands.
They are bottom-feeders. Bacteria. Football's answer to MRSA.
It's against this backdrop - and despite the fact the they are in the hunt for automatic promotion - that The Man resolved he would not want to swap places with *******.
They are trapped in a parallel universe, playing vile football that makes them a success in this league, in the tragic knowledge it will always get them relegated from the Premier League.
The Man actually found himself feeling a bit sorry for the ******* fans on Tuesday.
I could not stomach watching that every week; win, lose or draw.

