Dear Rafa...
Thank you for everything. I don't give a sh*t what anybody else says or thinks about you, because I will back you to the hilt. You have given me some of the best days of my life. But come on, lad. Get it together. Those players out there are playing like a bunch of 3rd division c**ts. There isn't an ounce of fight in them. I have thought long and hard about what could have gone so catastrophically wrong this season and I don't have a f**king clue because it should have sorted itself out by now. Half a year in and we're in one competition, which is some second rate European thing anyway (Not saying I wouldn't take it). f**king hell, even the Bluesh*te will be laughing at us. The last time I actually cried after a football game was when United got that last minute winner against us in the League at Anfield a couple of years back. But I have never been so utterly dejected- so utterly filled with hopelessness- for years. Where do we start with making this team- which took teams to pieces 8 months ago- actually play?
Yours truly,
A depressed child.