Your Director of Football is Joe Kinnear. Your manager has a 7 year contract. Your best defender can't wait to leave. The right back you salivated over for months is shit anyway. Your only striker who's ever been good hides behind his religion so he could get a payrise. You're sponsored by a gang of loansharks. You haven't won anything since like 1935. Nobody is interested in buying your best players, because they're still brass. Your defensive midfielder is incapable of kicking a ball with any degree of accuracy, and commits more fouls than successful passes. You used to employ Nile Ranger. You still employ Shola Ameobi. You blew away the half-season wonder, and got yourselves a 3-game wonder. You're owned by Mike Ashley. Your stadium was, for a time, called the Sports Direct Arena. You're going to get relegated this season.
Fuck off
I'm so sad no one responded positively to my fanfic. I put blood, sweat and other fluids into that.
Way to make a junior feel welcome guys...
I said it was good you schmuck!