Read in a Jack Nicholson voice:
Son, we live in a world that has Sheffield United Football Club, and Sheffield United Football Club has to be managed by a man with pashun.
Who's gonna do it? You? Slavisa Jokanovic? Ruben Selles?
I have a greater responsibility than you could possibly fathom. You weep for Gus Hamer and Andre Brooks and you curse Callum O'Hare.
You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know; that Thomas Cannons presence, while tragic, probably wins games.
And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, wins games.
You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me in this club. You need me in this club.
We use phrases like Out Run, Out Fight and Out Play. We use these phrases as the backbone of a life spent supporting Sheffield United. You use them as a punchline.
I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a fan who sings and cheers at the very football that I provide, and then questions the manner in which I provide it! I would rather you just sang "He’s one of our own" and went on your way,
Otherwise, I suggest you put on your boots and play a game. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think I do behind closed doors!