Mick Rooker is a bleeding amazing bloke. He'll do owt to help a Blade, or the club. It just goes to show what he thought of the regime when he went to Hull with Andy Daykin, et al.
He was gutted though, that much I do know.
John Calvert and Judith in the Box Office are unsung heroes too.
Most annoying? Tough one. The fact that the club shop is the hottest place in the known Universe is a bit of a gripe. Some of my mates around me at the top of the Kop, who display some reasonable knowledge and understanding of football, and United outside of the ground, yet turn into rabid dogs at the sight of a misplaced pass inside it. It's like the Salem Witch Trials at times.
But the winner has to be the young gobshite who was by our season ticket seats last year. We'd never seen him up to the start of last season. At first we thought that the incessant drivel was just the exuberance of youth, but by half time against Liverpool we realised he either wasn't wired up right, or had no idea about football at all, and must have had circular breathing too.
On, and on, and on, and on, like a burst arsehole.
