WOOLCOCK, this group of United fans you have assembled for this showdown are respectable, but unfortunately for you guys, you will have to pay for the sins of the likes of Irish Jet, united_07 and WWE_TNA.
But don't worry. When it's over I will spread the good name of WOOLCOCK, Vadar, T-C, NGN and Seabs. I will tell stories of how heroically you battled for what you believed in (even if it is wrong) and how you went down with you honour intact.
So it has been written. So shall it be done.
You talk a good game Joel, the confidence and authority rings strong with every word you type. Unfortunately Joel, you can have the faith and belief of Cass Pennant but just like his mythical tales of going in mob handed and turning over a thousand of the enemy with a coachful of lads, your words speak like that of a man trying to convince himself, rather than others.
Your team is divided and unable to form a cohesive unit. Shep thinks he's an 18 year old Canadian medical student. This is a man you trust to stand side by side and go face to face with your adversary? The man can't even face life as a Mackem in Newcastle and now you think he has the stones for a battle far greater?
You're placing your faith in the hands of Kiz, a man with a pressing obsession with Seabs which threatens to overshadow his commitment to the team as a whole. The man truly is Balotelli. Unpredictable, aloof and uncertain that his heart lies in the best place. You think the emergence of City will in turn lead Kiz to victory, but you see myself and Vader will run circles around Kiz like Kanchelskis in November of '94 at Old Trafford.
You're hoping for compassion and mercy but you're facing a unit educated and schooled in playing dirty. We have the organisations in our pocket and feed off the hatred of the opposing fans. Its United vs the world. Hated, Adored but never Ignored. You shan't ignore us Joel. But you shall remember in eternity about this day and the slaughter of the Dream Team.