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Date: Mon Jan 18 01:36:47 GMT+00:00 1999
Mail: barry@www.red11.org

This Issue:
1. Dinna, dinna, dinna, dinna ........by Our Salford Lass
2. Same old Leicester - always taking the piss by RED KELLY
3. Gotcha....again !!!!  by Zep
4. Personal Article: My United by United
5. Becks Too Pricey for Bayern

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Daily RED Trivia  Mon 18th January 1999:

18/1/1958: United crush Bolton Wanderers 7-2 at Old Trafford in Division 1 with
 goals from Bobby Charlton 3, Dennis Viollet 2, Duncan Edwards and Albert
 Scanlon. Attendance was 41,141. Team was: Gregg, Foulkes, Byrne, Colman,
 Jones, Edwards, Morgans, Charlton, Taylor, Viollet, Scanlon. This was Uniteds
 last home game before the Munich disaster.  

1975: Tommy Baldwin made his United debut at Sunderland. On a months loan
 from Millwall, Baldwin made just 2 appearances for United during the Second
 Division campaign. Previously the Striker had won FA Cup and European Cup
 Winners Cup winners medals with Chelsea.
 
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Barry Daily Comment:

Inter lost 2-0 away to Bologna today. This drops them down to sixth
place with 27 points from 17 games (behind Fiorentina 35, Parma 32,
Milan 30, Lazio 29, and Roma 27). Inter have now lost six of their
seventeen games, winning eight.
Having just sold Kanu to the Arse, they are now about to finalize terms
with Real Madrid's Pannuzzi, and are hoping to tempt Real's Redondo by
offering Ze Elias plus cash in exchange. But won't both Pannuzzi and
Redondo be ineligible for the Champs League quarter final against us?
Apparently, toothy Ronaldo is still in poor form. So keep sticking pins
in your Ronaldo voodoo dolls. It's working!
____________
Terry
Saudi


Survey #33: Week of Jan 10
Should UNITED make an offer for Zidane?
Question now open: http://www.red11.org/miva/survey.mv

Previous News:
 Brian Kidd Press conference, pic, real audio
  http://www.iol.ie/~redcafe/kidd.htm
Peter Schmeichel's last Season at United!
   http://www.red11.org/mufc/news/schmeichel.htm

Next games: 
ALL Result/Fixture Index:
http://www.red11.org/mufc/fix9899z.htm

  24/1 Liverpool   (H)  12.00 Sky Sports FA CUP 4th rnd
  31/1 Charlton    (A)  15.00 UK

UNITED Stats v All teams:
http://www.red11.org/mufc/stats/

*** TEAM RESULTS - MANCHESTER UNITED  ***

Date        Opposition                        Score   Pos.   Attend.
--------------------------------------------------------------------
15/08/98    Leicester City           Home     D  2-2    11    55,052
22/08/98    West Ham United          Away     D  0-0    11    26,039
09/09/98    Charlton Athletic        Home     W  4-1     9    55,147
12/09/98    Coventry City            Home     W  2-0     5    55,193
20/09/98    Arsenal                  Away     L  0-3    10    38,142
24/09/98    Liverpool                Home     W  2-0     3    55,181
03/10/98    Southampton              Away     W  3-0     2    15,251
17/10/98    Wimbledon                Home     W  5-1     2    55,265
24/10/98    Derby County             Away     D  1-1     2    30,867
31/10/98    Everton                  Away     W  4-1     2    40,079
08/11/98    Newcastle United         Home     D  0-0     3    55,174
14/11/98    Blackburn Rovers         Home     W  3-2     2    55,198
21/11/98    Sheffield Wednesday      Away     L  1-3     2    39,475
29/11/98    Leeds                    Home     W  3-2     2    55,172
05/12/98    Aston Villa              Away     D  1-1     2    39,241
12/12/98    Tottenham Hotspur        Away     D  2-2     1    36,079
16/12/98    Chelsea                  Home     D  1-1     2    55,159
19/12/98    Middlebrough             Home     L  2-3     3    55,152
26/12/98    Notts Forest             Home     W  3-0     3    55,216 
29/12/98    Chelsea                  Away     D  0-0     3    34,741
10/01/99    West Ham United          Home     W  4-1     3    55,180
16/01/99    Leicester City           Away     W  6-2     2    22,091

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Champions League:
Group D         P  W  D  L  F  A   Pts
Bayern Munich   6  3  2  1  9  6  11   
Man United      6  2  4  0 20 11  10
Barcelona       6  2  2  2 11  9   8    
Brondby         6  1  0  5  4 18   3   

Dec  9 Brøndby         0-2  Barcelona
Dec  9 Man Utd         1-1  Bayern Munich

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CHAMPIONS' LEAGUE QUARTER-FINAL DRAW
 Manchester Utd    v   Inter Milan
 Real Madrid       v   Dynamo Kiev
 Juventus          v   Olympiakos
 Bayern Munich     v   Kaiserslautern

 Ties to be played on March 3 and 17

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Subject: Dinna, dinna, dinna, dinna ........by Our Salford Lass

Again, it was all sunshine, blue skies and a carpet of pure white snow as I
walked to the station to catch the 9am train.  Looking across to the white
hills, with the town nestling below looking like a Christmas card, it was
hard not to feel optimistic about the day ahead.  The train arrived on
time, I walked straight onto a bus in Piccadilly, and I was walking down
Sir Matt Busby Way by 9.50am.  All good reasons to believe that a day
starting so well had to contain one or two nasty shocks along the way, but
it wasn't to be.  Apart from the brief storm we encountered on the M6 on
the way down and the best efforts of the Leicestershire police, the day
turned into the best away trip of the season so far.

We had a good trip down.  The lads on the back seat were in top form,
singing all the way.  Unfortunately, their efforts were not appreciated by
a few people on the coach, and Syd the Steward felt he had to remonstrate
with them about their language!  From then on, they inserted "Sydney" for
every swear word, which took the piss nicely but kept them from getting
thrown off the bus.  We particularly enjoyed "We'll kill any Sydneys that
get in our way" and "Sydney is a hooligan"!  As we neared Leicester we ran
into the scourge of the away travellor in that area - the Leicestershire
police force!  After travelling in convoy with the other official coaches
all the way down, the other two coaches decided to go a different way and
we arrived early at the usual meeting point (a bridge over a motorway,
somewhere in the Midlands) - there was nobody there.  After waiting for 10
minutes, we set off towards the ground, only to meet our companions further
down the road, along with a couple of motorcycle cops.  They then escorted
us, not to the ground, but back to the bridge where we had just been and
made us sit there for another half-an-hour!  Judging they had kept us
waiting just long enough for the traffic jams to build up nicely, the plods
decided we could head off for the ground.  Of course, instead of arriving
with a couple of hours drinking time, we now arrived about 45 minutes
before kick-off!  Nice one!!  

As usual, we headed off to the wrong entrance (one of these days I'll get
that sorted out!).  On the way back to the right one we bumped into Paul
Wheeler and his girlfriend, going in the opposite direction, but looking as
if they knew where they were going.  Obviously they didn't, because 5
minutes later we bumped into them again just inside the correct entrance!!
Every year we marvel again at Filbert St and just how they still manage to
wangle a licence off their local council for the away section - a dirty,
decrepit, patched-up bus stop!  We found our way to our seats - not bad
this year, about half-way back and half-way along, and watched the
shenanigans going on before kick-off.  One advantage of being a rich club
like United is that you don't have to have a different sponsor for
everything!  Leicester have a sponsor for each player, the manager, the kit
man, the ball, the grass, the toilet paper in the Executive boxes - the
mind boggles.  Before the game we had the excitement of watching hundreds
of presentations - to each sponsors' employee of the month (Monica Dimwit
the clerk typist at the local building firm gets to be presented with a
plaque - you get the idea), to sponsors' player of the month, to one of the
sponsors' children (just cos she wanted to walk onto a footy pitch).  

Not being able to cope with all the excitement going on on the pitch, we
turned our attendance to the inhabitants of the South Stand.  As those of
you who have had the dubious pleasure of attending a game at Filbert St
will know, South Stand houses the "loyal supporters" of Leicester City.
Here sit all their "hard lads", in spitting distance of the away fans.  All
that separates these grotesque specimens of 80's manhood from the rest of
the human race is a few stewards, a corner of the pitch and a bit of
netting (presumably to catch the spittle as it heads for an unsuspecting
Red head).  They tend to arrive early and provide much entertainment for
any United fan daft enough to get into the ground before the game starts.
Yesterday, they entertained themselves by abusing Fred the Red who drew a
cheer from the United fans by mooning at the whole of South Stand!  Just
before the game started, our attention was drawn away from the home end as
a certain list member staggered down the row behind us, holding his copies
of Red News aloft, to say hello and that he'd been drinking since 9am and
wasn't it a wonderful day!  

The first 15 minutes of the game was all United, both on and off the pitch.
Both players and fans seemed "up for it" in a way not seen at an away game
since last season.  We should have had a couple before Dwight finally
scored - I held my breath as he seemed to spend ages getting his balance
just right before slotting the ball into the net.  We jumped up and down
and celebrated and generally went mental.  Unfortunately, so did quite a
number of Reds in South Stand!  Over in the far corner there was a flurry
of activity as stewards waded into the crowd.  Eventually, half-a-dozen
United fans (not wearing colours) were escorted right across the front of
South Stand towards the away section.  Of course this meant they got lots
of abuse from the Leicester fans (and gave some back) but it also meant
that we could give them a good welcome.  As they grinned and waved up at us
we sang "Reds are 'ere, Reds are there, Reds are every f**kin where".
Much grimacing and spitting of feathers from the Leicester fans and a good
sing-song for us.  We took the mickey out of their ground - "We've got one
stand bigger than your ground", later changed to "Jaap Stam's bigger than
your ground" - and we replied to their taunt of "You're gonna win f**k all"
with "You always win f**k all".  We sang for Keane and Wes and Ole. 

Unfortunately the players, as they've done many times before this season,
got sloppy.  Peter pulled off a couple of good saves but eventually
Leicester scored and our hearts sank.  "Here we go again".  As always the
Leicester fans celebrated like they'd won the league, chanting at one Red
just on the other side of the netting "Fatty, fatty what's the score?".
Their favourite chant being "Same old Leicester, taking the piss".  We had
a number of chances to go ahead again in the last 10 minutes of the half,
but it wasn't to be and we went in 1-1 at half-time.  The break was
enlivened by Fred the Red again, walking round the pitch with the female
version of their mascot, he was encouraged to "give her one" by the United
fans and proceeded to attempt to do rude things with his tail!!
Leicester's idea of half-time entertainment was to bring on two milk floats
- I kid you not!

If the first half was a mixture of pleasure and pain, the second half was
unadulterated pleasure, both on and off the pitch!  Giggs, who had been
totally ineffective as a right winger in the first half (how can you play
someone without a right foot on the right wing??) went into the middle,
enabling Becks to get out on the right wing.  Blomqvist had been having a
bit of a nightmare in the first half, but began to get back into the game,
giving width on the left.  Yorke was absolutely superb - his turn for
Andy's second (?) goal bringing a gasp of amazement and pure pleasure from
the United crowd - and Andy was on fire.  At the back, Irwin was having one
of his best games so far this season, Stam was an absolute colossus and
Peter was commanding his area in the way he used to.  They were unstoppable.  

Off the pitch we were also enjoying ourselves.  As soon as Andy put us
ahead early on, (running towards us with a big grin and shaking his shirt
sleeve) we started to wind up the inhabitants of South Stand by throwing
back at them "Same old Leicester, taking the piss" and "2-1 in your cup
final".  Then all hell seemed to break lose as we scored again, and again!
Suddenly we were 4-1 up in a game that most of us had expected to have to
struggle to win by one goal!  The Dwight chant which has been doing the
rounds in the pubs and on the coaches finally made its first appearance at
a game:

"Dwight Yorke, wherever you may be.
You are the king of pornography.
You stuck two fingers up at John Gregory
And now you're playing for MUFC"
(To the tune of "Lord of the dance)

We sang our heads off and had a party.  "Keano, there's only one Keano",
"Oh Andy Cole", "Jesper, Jesper Blomqvist, Jesper Blomqvist on the wing"
(to which Jesper did a little dance in front of us!).  We sang "If you all
hate scousers" and "F**k McManaman" (along with a new version - "F**k Cilla
Black and f**k Ken Dodd ............... they're f**kin odd").  While all
this was going on, the Leicester fans were being the usual small-time
d**kheads and slagging off Becks and Posh Spice and doing aeroplane
impressions.  So we sang "You can stick your f**king England up your arse"
and "Argentina, Argentina".  This sent them absolutely wild - virtually
foaming at the mouth!  So of course, we did it some more!  Finally, a chant
of "Are you England in disguise?" was the last straw and about 50 of them
could contain themselves no longer - they surged forwards trying to get
across at the United fans (I think it just after our fourth goal).
Stewards and police raced over to the corner and for a few minutes, the
goings-on off the pitch were the centre of attention.  As the stewards held
them back we chanted "You're just a bunch of wankers" and "United Road."
Then, one of the funniest moments of the whole afternoon - over the PA
system, the announcer asked the residents of South Stand to "please calm
down".  Of course they then had 2000 United fans all chanting at them "Calm
down, calm down" in scouse accents, with appropriate hand gestures!  It was
absolutely hysterical!

From then on, the atmosphere in the United section was superb.  We watched
our players run all over Leicester (forget their second goal, it was a
momentary blip!), and enjoyed watching the score mount.  "We want 5" was
followed by "We want 6".  And then the crowning moment of the whole game -
the icing on the cake.  Becks came over to take a corner.  As he walked
over towards us, the United fans roared and he grinned up at us.  The ball
went into the box but then went loose and there, leaping on it with the
predatory instincts more fitting to a striker than a central defender, was
our Jaap.  As the ball went into the back of the net, the whole United
section exploded.  We hugged and kissed and screamed and jumped up and down
as Jaap (with a massive grin on his face) took the congratulations of the
other players, who looked as pleased as we were.  For the last 5 minutes of
the game there was only one chant - "Dinna, dinna, dinna, dinna
...........Jaap Stam".   If you'll pardon the swearing, it was Sydney
brilliant!

In what seemed like no time at all, the final whistle blew and the game was
over.  The whole United section waited to clap the players off the pitch.
A special roar went up for Stam but the star of the show (as he often is)
was Becks.  As usual he came right over to us, clapping as he walked, but
then - with his back to any officials of course! - he went over to the
Leicester fans in South Stand and clapped them too.  Only they (and those
of us near enough) could see the faces he was pulling at them!  I just love
that lad!  As we fought for our lives in the crush at the back of the bus
stop (exaggerating a bit there, but you get the idea), we were grinning and
laughing and singing.  Leaving the ground the street was blocked off by the
police, so we were able to go back to our coaches unmolested.  As we sat in
the traffic jams leaving Leicester, all the local kids turned out to
challenge anyone interested to a fight (!) but all they got for their pains
was the sight of Slim's ample backside adorning the back window!  The
journey back up the motorway was enlivened by listening to a Leicester fan
whining to David Mellor about the "disgraceful" United fans who had been
chanting anti-England songs!  Of course, he didn't mention the aeroplane
impressions and the abusive chants.  It was strange experience hearing
Mellor actually sticking up for us!

So, man-of-the-match?  This is a hard one.  Apart from Giggs and Keane, who
were both below par, its hard to find a player who didn't play well.  But
Stam has to have the award.  Apart from turning in an outstanding
performance, those of us present will never forget the day that our Jaap
scored his first goal for United.  Moment of the match?  Stam's goal of
course!!

Our Salford Lass
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Subject:  Same old Leicester - always taking the piss by RED KELLY

What a great day it was yesterday - someone said as we made our way out of
the ground that it was the best time he'd ever had at a football match.
Maybe that was a slight exaggeration, but it WAS good!

The day started in bright sunshine when Mick and I left to pick up Richard
and drove the relatively short distance to Leicester. We were due to meet
Pete, Hal and the rest of the gang in a pub on the main road only five
minutes walk from the ground. The pub was packed with Leicester fans but
hardly any of them wearing the first team shirt which was a change from the
last few years. Maybe they've finally realised it looks absolutely crap
with that stupid Walkers Crisps logo on the front which is more reminiscent
to a jar of Marmite than a packet of crisps. The small group  were gathered
in the Red corner of a back room and soon to be joined by a very tanned Jon
Leigh fresh from his winter break and still smiling.

After a couple of pints for us and several for Jon, and a swift walk to the
ground Richard, Mick and I realised that we had seats next to each other.
acquiring tickets for away games can be a problem but getting seats
together is usually an impossibility not that that usually makes any
difference because ewe take no notice of seat and row numbers anyway. It
was a good job we were right at the back though because it would have been
difficult for anyone behind us to see especially as we were all standing
throughout without any sort of problem from stewards or the police.

The atmosphere in the Red end was already warming up and the teams were
already out on the pitch by the time we'd taken our places. The game was
warming up too with the Reds well on top.  After a mere few minutes Yorke
found himself in acres of space after Andy had drawn two defenders away
from him with a great run. The ball dropped at his feet and he seemed to
take an age before claiming the first goal of the afternoon. On the
terraces the celebrations extended into the home areas of the ground as the
renowned Leicester Reds showed their allegiance. This sparked off some
trouble and the stewards dived in to wrestle the two rival factions apart
and escort the Red brethren out to the mass singing of "Reds are here, Reds
are there, Reds are every f**king where." This used to be the battle cry
when I first started watching United and it brought back some great
memories.

Perhaps United scored too early, as it all became a little too easy. The
chances went begging even though they were so much on top. With only ten
minutes of the half left the defence laid off and allowed Zigger Zagorakis
to score from 30 yards out. This sent the Leicester fans into whoops of
ecstacy and the most amusing song of the day given it's first airing. "Same
old Leicester - always taking the piss". This was a choice of song which
was a little premature and was to rebound on the hapless Blues later on.

It woke them all up though and they started to come out with the usual
boring anti Becks crap, so we responded in the way we know would cause an
effect. All the Ingerland stuff was given the vocal treatment which wound
them up nicely. They naturally started the pro Ingerland songs. Why don't
these people realise they are playing into our hands when they do this? We
enjoyed the irony of them singing pro Ingerland songs especially as their
goal had been score by a Greek and we told them so. After never looking
like scoring for the first 35 minutes they could have gone in at half-time
2-1 up when Kaamark thankfully missed a sitter late on.

We were glad of the half-time whistle in the end and off we went on the
long walk to the toilets negotiating the narrow tract behind the stand past
the queues for Foxes Fast Foods. Why anyone would have wanted to purchase
anything from there is beyond me as we had been treated all through the
half to a smell emanating from their ovens which was all too reminiscent to
school dinners.

I bumped into Dr Mark and the sausageman who were decidedly unhappy about
the last ten minutes citing what happened at Sheffield Wednesday as an
excuse for their pessimism. I tried my best to convince them otherwise but
as Mark said, his glass is always half empty and not half full - time to
change mate!

So with my optimism barely in tact I resumed my perch for the start of the
second half and as fortune favours the brave, within a few short minutes
Giggs had played a long ball to Andy who beat the Leicester defence for
speed and slotted the ball under Keller to put us back in the lead.

We could relax again as Andy and the rest of the lads get into the new
wrist flicking celebration - eh! We weren't bothered what sort of
celebration they were into - we were well into our own and with a "same old
Leicester - always taking the piss" we wound up the fox fans to almost
snapping point. Get a dictionary lads and look up irony!

The next goal was to prove too much for the poor dears. It was a Yorke and
Andy special - the soul brothers on another superb link-up which resulted
in Andy scoring his second. The Leicester fans went berserk down in the
corner to our left. They were desperate to get at the Reds and surged their
way forward to the front of the stand. It was only due to quick police
intervention that diverted an incident which could have escalated into a
major problem.

They were well wound up and had their springs had snapped. I suppose it
didn't help that we were deliriously happy and singing not only United
songs continuously but also our anti Ingerland repertoire. Well, they
started it with their crass Becks bating with the usual, "you're shit and
your birds a slag" - oh very original you pathetic jealous small-time
b......s. They deserved everything we threw at them (metaphorically of
course).

They went absolutely mental as we wound them up some more with "Argentina,
Argentina" and "calm down, calm down" with all the appropriate actions. It
was like a comedy show and they were the clowns and when Yorke scored the
fourth it turned farcical.

Dennis had hoofed the ball out of defence when it bounced in front of
Keller who had raced out of his goal. It must have been Dwight's charisma
that distracted him as he missed the ball completely enabling Yorke to
slide it home from the narrowest angle.

There was no return from there for the frantic foxes. All they could do was
put Walsh up front and pump the balls up to him which  work briefly.
Schmeichel came out of his goal to clear a crossed ball, he missed it and
punched poor Phil Neville instead. Nev fell to the ground out cold on the
edge of the penalty area while the ball fell to Guppy who blasted his shot
towards the corner flag. Unfortunately it hit Walsh in the nethers and
rebounded into the empty net.

Not to worry, it gave the Leicester fans something to cheer for a while -
not too long though because it was back to the Dwight and Andy show. It was
2-2 to them and inevitably one or the other was going to walk away with the
match ball - it was Dwight. Another long ball out of defence fell to Cole
who again beat everyone else for pace, but with the goal at his mercy he
decided in his own benevolent way to pass to his buddy Dwight.

In a flash of utter cheek and precocious brilliance he sped into the box
and smashed the ball against the bar at just the right angle so that it
would rebound to Yorke who gratefully accepted the match ball by volleying
it into the empty net. What a pass and what unselfishness on Andy's part!

The game had been well won for ages, perhaps Fergie had concocted some
half-time wizardry again, but there had been only one team in it for the
second half and we had enjoyed ourselves immensely. Practically the whole
team had played well, but we singled out Jesper if only because he was
nearest to us most of the time. We sang, "Jesper, Jesper Blomqvist on the
wing" and he obliged us with a dance, pointing to the name on the back of
his shirt.

There could have been many more goals in the game but Keller had made a
couple of superb saves and there had been some near misses, but there was
little he could do about the last goal which started a celebration of
monumental proportions.

Jaap Stam had arguably been man of the match again, which I know seems a
bit unlikely in such a rampant victory, but the man is a huge success, a
great footballer especially with the ball at his feet, and is destined to
be a star for years to come. We had been waiting for this moment for
several games and it arrived at the most appropriate time sparking off the
loudest response of all.

Becks was over in his favourite corner with the Leicester fans dishing out
their predictable stick, but with a flick of his right foot he crossed a
ball which eluded everyone except the big man who caught it on the volley
and hammered it into the net. As we went mad he ran off with a grin on his
face which nearly split it in two. Up the pitch he ran, body swerving his
way through his team-mates, obviously relishing every second.

On the terraces we started - "dina, dina, dina, dina, dina, dina, dina,
dina Jaap Stam    -    Jaap Stam." On and on and on it went reverberating
through the massed ranks of the Red army up until the final whistle.

At the end of the game Yorke came over and showed us the match ball and
Becks gave us a bow to thank us for the support we have given him in the
face of the ridiculous barracking he has to face game after game by sets of
mindless supporters from countless other clubs.

As we made our way out of the ground negotiating the crush in the narrow
passageway at the back of the stand everyone was full of smiles still
singing the BatStam song as loud as ever and battering the sides of the
Foxes Fast Food shutters as we passed.

Outside the ground the police were in force standing shoulder to shoulder
where the two sets of rival supporters were due to meet. They had erected a
mesh fence which separated us from them. This caused much amusement as the
Leicester fans did their impersonations of chimpanzees at the zoo by
charging the fence and pressing their angry faces up to it. We smiled as we
went past and waved our goodbyes as the police did their best to prevent
the lemmings from making human chips out of themselves by pressing their
stupid faces too close to the mesh.

At the end of the road the police had made a barricade of a couple of vans
and filled the rest of the space with themselves. They were waiting for the
fox fans to clear out of the way before letting us pass. As this was in a
residential area there had to be one local who couldn't resist peeping out
from behind his curtains in an upstairs window to see what was going on.
There were about a hundred of us stuck their waiting patiently and still
smiling when one spotted the peeping Tom and started up, "there's only one
nosey b......d!" He disappeared from view quicker than he appeared and
didn't bother showing his face again!

We were eventually set free and made our way unhindered back to the car.
Back on the main road we spied a bakery window full of cakes and buns and
just couldn't resist a taste. It was fairly obvious to the two ladies in
the shop where we'd been and which team we followed but they were also in
fairly high spirits as it was near the end of the day for them and they
were probably about to close the shop within the next few minutes. So we
had a good laugh with them and joked about the sign in their shop which
read "NO VEGETABLE FATS". We supposed that any other fats would be OK and
suggested that several overweight Leicester fans could find themselves
prevented from entering because they filled the rejection criteria being
both fat and vegetables - or at least behaving like vegetables!

On our happy journey home the afternoon's jollity was sealed when a
Leicester fan called Mellor's 606 complaining about us singing Argentina
and "even, United are better than England." ha bloody ha.

Copyright RED KELLY 1999
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Subject:      Gotcha....again !!!!  by Zep

You know what,it's a charmed life being a red at the moment.Not only has
the football,dare I say it,approached levels not seen since the 93/94
double-winning side in the last few games,but it just gets better and
better being a match-going red taking the piss every week !

Ever since the season began,whenever any anti-ingerland songs have been
sung,you can guarantee to get a response from the ABU's.At first it was
just the occasional song for a laugh.Now the full repertoire of songs
have been developed and get aired with much gusto every week.

Take West Ham last week for example.We wound them up so much that they
could take no more and came out with the wonderful "You're a fackin'
disgrace" ditty,much to everyone's delight !!

Yesterday was even funnier.The Leicester "hard boys" ( you know,the ones
who really think they're it when safely in the ground,but can't be seen
anywhere outside of it) got very aggitated when we started singing "Are
You England in disguise","Argentina,Argentina" and "It's just like
watching England"  when we were 4-1 up (or was it 5-2,I forget,but who
cares),and decided that they would "charge" the United fans in the
corner of the stand,knowing full-well that there were dozens of stewards
and police that would prevent them getting anywhere near.What did United
fans do ? We just stood there and laughed......gotcha again !!! They
just don't get it,do they ?

After being dropped off back at home (cheers for the lift Paul),Mick
rang me to say that a Leicester fan had been on the slug's 606 phone-in
to complain about the disgraceful behaviour of the United fans singing
anti-ingerland songs.Brilliant I thought.They even allow these clowns
onto the radio to spout off their diatribe !! Apparently it took a
letter from a Salford Red to explain what it is all about to these
idiots.

Finally,a few other treasured moments to share with you all:Jesper
Blomquist dancing along to his song on the touchline in front us
5 minutes from time.Spot on Jesper !! ;The 2500 strong reds giving a
storming rendition of the "Jaap Stam,Jaap Stam" (to the "Batman" tune)
song after he scored up until the final whistle;and like it or not,tacky
or not,the Dwight Yorke song has now officially been adopted.

"Dwight Yorke,wherever you may be,you are the king of pornography,you
stuck two fingers up to John Gregory,and now you play for MUFC"

And finally,finally,a story I heard from a mate of mine who travelled
down on the supporters' club bus from Stalybridge.An MUTV film crew
travelled down with them to do some interviews on the coach before and
after the match.They arrived in Leicester at 12 O'clock and all,
including the film crew,went straight to a pre-arranged pub that they go
to every year.However,the camera was left on the coach.Not wanting to
miss the opportunity that was begging to be taken,a few of them went
back onto the coach and conducted some "interviews" between themselves,
only these definately won't be broadcast on MUTV next week,at least not
before midnight !!!! "Hello,my name is *****,I'm pissed and this is my
arse !!"  I wish that I could be in the editing room on Monday morning
when the camera crew review their tape and find out what happened !!!

It's great being a red,isn't it !!
--
Zep
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Subject:      Personal Article: My United by United

Mailed in from our website:

So many stops along my way I have been with my United, never there
(physically..) hoping one day to be there, childhood of listening to BBC
world service (I was probably the only kid in Israel wearing a scuff in

May... that my mother maid for me)
Today I am temporarily in the states  (Boise Idaho) driving back from
diner in a rented car listening to National Public Radio there was an
article by the BBC (yes United by United) we got to the hotel and my
wife went to the Hotel room I stayed in the car listening to fans from
Singapore, norway all over having the same vibes in there soul that I
have (we can talk about ManU for hours but other thing... sharing the
same moment in different places)

One day I will be in OT, going there trying to capture every moment
looking around some will say 'look at that guy' but for me that day I
will be there after all those years, Martin Buchan will be there Alex
Stepny, Brain Robson and the KING (I will never forget the day he came
abroad thinking 'you better be good last year you crashed our soul' and
so quickly he became the captain of our ship) hay Ryan have at least one
drive that day (splitting defense keeping us breathless) hay David leave
one rocket for that game, Roy make shore you push the team on...
my train is going with stops on the way, but I will not rest until I
will be there!!!

We are not alone with our passion UNITED WE STAND.

Yoel.
(Barry: sorry folks, there was no email address)


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Subject: Becks Too Pricey for Bayern

Beckham too expensive for Bayern, says Bayern boss 
BONN, Jan 17 (Reuters) - Bayern Munich cannot afford to buy 
Manchester United midfielder David Beckham, the German club's 
manager, Uli Hoeness, was quoted as saying on Sunday. 
"Whowever wants to buy David Beckham has to be able to buy 
the Spice Girls as well," Hoeness told the German daily Express. 
"A player from Manchester United is too expensive." 
Hoeness was quoted as saying last week that Bayern were 
looking for "a real top guy like David Beckham" for next season. 
"We would rather deal with clubs from Spain or Italy, who 
are a bit more reasonable," Hoeness told Express. 


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