Commenting on the reality of United's situation is hardly negative.
Being negative about every single thing is hardly original though, is it? It's like a stuck record. "United are shit, this club is shit, everything is shit." I know United aren't going to win a trophy anytime soon, because they haven't in the years I've been going, unless you count the Fourth Division or the odd Steel City Cup bollocks. I hope one day they do, but I don't demand it like some divine right.
Getting an answer in either the negative or positive from certain posters is like trying to nail jelly to the ceiling though. And there are certain posters on this forum who will never ever accept that somebody else's point of view might be valid, and they believe that they are always right regardless of the fact that it's only an opinion, and therefore subjective and possibly even subject to questioning.
Not all posters are of the Big Mart "I'm always correct because I say so" view, but a few are, admittedly without plumbing the depths of of buffoonery and sheer fuckwitedness that our now banned cross-dresser managed, but there are that small few that can only ever see the bad in something, and only raise their heads to criticise, yet seem to disappear when there is something good to shout about, and will never ever admit to being wrong about anything.
This is meant to be something that we enjoy, and if you can't enjoy the football then at least try and enjoy the surrounding parts of it. There's no need to be a Grade A Miserable Bastard all the time, but then again grinning like a lunatic at every single thing the club does won't help either. Perhaps there might be some middle ground that can be found where people are allowed to find the good in things now and again?
If all I went to the football for was to watch a team play scintillating football and win lots I'd have emigrated to Manchester a long time ago.
I know United are, basically, a second-tier team. I've been watching them for long enough to accept that. I don't cry like a girl when we lose, and us losing doesn't totally ruin my week like it used to. I really hope like hell that one day we'll be up in the top flight competing for the title, but I don't demand it along with the moon on a stick.
It's about reality, and whereas I don't like what's happening to the club now I don't witter on and on about it like the DJ Eeyore 12" remix of "I'm a fucking misery and I'm always right about every fucking thing in the world because I'm me."
I know we're shit at the moment, but until I win the Euromillions or find the world's biggest gas supply at the bottom of my garden then there's fuck-all I can personally do to change either the way the team plays or the way the club is run, and you know what? I don't lose any sleep over it, and my blood pressure doesn't go through the roof every time we let a goal in or sell a player, and I don't even get too agitated when I see Ryan France called a "footballer" and not a "wage thief".
It's all about balance.