I think it is you who are very wrong. Manchester United has surfed for the best part of three decades on the machinations of a gifted, mercurial manager, some absolute quality personnel out there on the green stuff and a fucking monstrous articulation of financial clout, media adoration and bled-into fandom. Everywhere I went in the Royal Navy there were Man U shirts of all hues and years. Every messdeck was spacked with 'ManYoo fans' many of whom had never fucking seen them play with just fresh air between their 'idols' and themselves, paying sixty sheets for a restricted view, if they'd bothered. It was like the bubonic plague. Ranged against it (on my last ship for example) were the odd Southend United, Carlisle, Chester City and a fanatical, Greenwich Blade-style Swindon fan, who would move heaven and earth to attend games. And adopted Pompey fans who were not from the region, but had to have someone to cheer on, and that someone wasn't 'ManYoo'.
But the Man United fans were the fucking worst. Absolutely no appreciation of the game outside of the big four (as it was) and total lauding of Beckham like he was fucking god almighty himself. And that worship stretched to buying their kids 'BECKHAM' Man U shirts and kits and having posters of the team they never saw on their lockers and bunks. They basically supported the best team in the land because it was a better feeling than hedging your bets on teams like Sheffield United. That mentality permeates into the fans who now populate the 70 odd thousand at OT these days. No passionate singing and chanting (why bother? They'll win anyway and I'll waste energy) so out goes 'team songs' and 'match banter'. And that is EXCACTLY why the stuck up plastics get on the supporters backs and see our lot as freaks and weirdoes.
So, y'know. You're wrong. The majority of Man U supporters are shit. And they know they are.
pommpey