It’s sometimes hard to believe that only three-and-a-half years ago Manchester United were the dominant club in English football — when, suddenly, out of the blue, Sir Alex Ferguson stepped down.
After years of unprecedented success — like most United supporters and fans at the time, giddy with success and full of en-‘title’-ment — I was prepared to accept maybe a third place finish while the new manager found his feet. But I was certainly expecting to win the Premier League the following year — when it would be business as usual.
But after a wilderness of false dawns and despair — just like the supporters of most other football clubs have to put up with their entire lives — Manchester United fans and supporters were in for shocks that would leave us in a state of disarray.
It’s no exaggeration to say that I’ve never come as close to losing my love for the entire game of football itself, as much as I did over the three seasons following Sir Alex Ferguson’s departure. Because Manchester United not only lost a manager, we started to lose our identity …our soul.
I wrote this book as much-needed therapy after three years of what can only be described as ‘shit-on-a-stick’ football. I hope it’s as therapeutic for Manchester United fans and supporters to read as it has been for me to put together…