❌ Knocked out of the League Cup
❌ Getting knocked out of the FA Cup
❌ No European Football
❌ Sacked their manager
❌ Dropped points to all of the bottom 7 teams in the league in the last 8 weeks.
❌ Got an interim manager in place before appointing another interim manager
Manchester United are in an ABSOLUTE MESS once again.
Me: I earn £100k
HMRC: That’s nice, we’ll take £45k
Me: I bought a car
HMRC: VAT applied
Me: I want to gift my kid £5k
HMRC: Taxed
Me: I made money from crypto
HMRC: You mean we made money
Me: I made £50 profit on Vinted
HMRC: That’s income. Tax it
Me: I bought a house
HMRC: Stamp duty please
Me: I want to retire
HMRC: Pay tax on your pension
2-0 down in the UCL knockouts then Van Persie decides to bang a hatty in the 2nd leg to win 3-2 to send us through…
Wish we still had a striker of this caliber
https://t.co/iQXY2Gxv4I
@youfibre multiple reports of intermittent lag spikes on youfibre internet in the LA14 area and even a reddit post about it in the last couple of days and nothing being done about it. everything is unplayable.
The Oasis tour isn’t just about their music.
It’s about the height of Britain.
It’s about the nostalgia of remembering how amazing Britain was.
If you didn’t live it you’ll never understand it and it can’t be explained.
A time when you could go down the pub, interact with people you knew and didn’t know and have the best night of your life on 15 quid.
A time when there was always something happening, in every city, 7 nights a week.
No fear of being stabbed.
No fear of being robbed.
A time when everyone watched the same TV shows and discussed them the next day.
You weren’t desperate to go on holiday like the British are now, there was no need.
You didn’t see Dubai or Maldives on Instagram all day, you literally didn’t even know those places existed. You would hang around on a council estate, completely content and want nothing else than to laugh with your friends.
Random skin heads would say “you alrite mate?” And you’d either be best friends or in a scrap 2mins later.
Nobody got stabbed. Nobody died.
It’s just how it was.
The pub on Christmas Day.
The bus was 30p.
You loved everyone you met, didn’t matter the race.
The country was united.
There was a feeling in the air.
Constant electricity.
And it’s all gone now. It’s died.
All we have are the songs from those times.