Three months ago, in the away team's dressing room at Fulham's home stadium, the King of the Red Devils, Manchester United, was throwing a tantrum at his soldiers.
"You lost to Fulham! What? Fulham! You dare lose to a team not even worth mentioning? You didn't even score a goal! Look at your performance in the game! I dare to bet that prostitutes can even perform better than you! No fighting spirit, no initiative, I see no ambition from you guys! If you don't want to play, tell me in advance. I will not sign you up!"
