Why not go the whole hog Shoreham and throw a relegation party, just don't invite the many thousands who are genuinally feeling gutted to the pit of their stomachs this morning, and who know that the words of Len are not only spot on but wholely justified.
The words of len are repeated more often than Top Gear on Dave, and about as well edited.
You think I'm happy we've been relegated?
Well, here's news for you. I'm not. I just refuse to let it get to me. I am wholeheartedly fucked off with what's happened to this football club. I do however resist the impulse to tell everyone how I and I alone predicted the downfall. Unlike some, as sure Clarkson and his mates will be on every day until the end of time, with the same programme five times a day.
You can either get over it and get on with life, acknowledging that there are other things in the world other than Sheffield United, or you can get carried away with the sound of your own voice, endlessly typing "I told you so" over and over again.
We know we are shit. We know the club has been badly run. The world is not about to end.
Lollipops are still on sale. So is beer.
Just because Sheffield United have been driven into the third tier through incompetent leadership doesn't mean you have to give up on life. Perhaps relegation could be the spur to enjoy the summer - showing that Blades can be optimistic about life after relegation, and there is more to life than endless repeats?
I'll have a few more pennies to buy my jelly babies and spend on petrol going to look at the lambs.
So no season ticket then? Well, enjoy your sweeties. Really. The lambs in Hathersage are particularly cute, and will no doubt be very tasty in a year or so.
Please don't patronise those of us who choose to buy season tickets though. It's our money, after all.