It all started with Suarez. Barcelona came in low, probably tapped him up while he was still banned, and we had no choice but to sell. That’s when the meme was born: “are we the cunts we accuse Barcelona of being?” It stuck. Every time we acted a bit shady in the market, the thread titles wrote themselves.
Then came Real Madrid. Letting a player run down his contract, planting stories in Marca, and suddenly we’re talking about clubs being “the cunts we accuse Madrid of being.”
Chelsea. City. You know the drill.
Most recently, after Wirtz, Ekitike, and all the noise around Isak and Rodrygo, someone asked if we’re now the cunts we accuse Man City of being. That’s what kicked off this line of thought.
I don’t think we are. I think we’re something else entirely.
This feels less like Abu Dhabi and more like Old Trafford in the mid 90s.
United had just won the league, then went out and bought Keane, Cole, Yorke, Stam. Broke records.
Strengthened from a position of dominance. It wasn’t sugar daddy money. It was earned power, smart timing, and calculated ambition. That run didn’t last a season, it lasted a decade.
Sound familiar?
But maybe the better parallel isn’t United either.
Maybe this is just us, going back to being who we were. When we were winning under Shankly, then Paisley, then Fagan and Dalglish, we didn’t rest on it. We doubled down. We broke transfer records for players who took us to the next level. Dalglish from Celtic in ’77 for a British record, right after we’d won the European Cup. Keegan before him. Alan Hansen from Partick. Souness from Middlesbrough.
Then came the Barnes and Beardsley signings in ’87—huge fees at the time, but we’d just won the league and were building for more. Aldridge, Houghton, Nicol. The squad was constantly refreshed at the top end, and it paid off with trophy after trophy. We weren’t cautious. We weren’t reactive. We were proactive, dominant, and unapologetic about it.
Maybe we’re just being the cunts we used to be?
Then came Real Madrid. Letting a player run down his contract, planting stories in Marca, and suddenly we’re talking about clubs being “the cunts we accuse Madrid of being.”
Chelsea. City. You know the drill.
Most recently, after Wirtz, Ekitike, and all the noise around Isak and Rodrygo, someone asked if we’re now the cunts we accuse Man City of being. That’s what kicked off this line of thought.
I don’t think we are. I think we’re something else entirely.
This feels less like Abu Dhabi and more like Old Trafford in the mid 90s.
United had just won the league, then went out and bought Keane, Cole, Yorke, Stam. Broke records.
Strengthened from a position of dominance. It wasn’t sugar daddy money. It was earned power, smart timing, and calculated ambition. That run didn’t last a season, it lasted a decade.
Sound familiar?
But maybe the better parallel isn’t United either.
Maybe this is just us, going back to being who we were. When we were winning under Shankly, then Paisley, then Fagan and Dalglish, we didn’t rest on it. We doubled down. We broke transfer records for players who took us to the next level. Dalglish from Celtic in ’77 for a British record, right after we’d won the European Cup. Keegan before him. Alan Hansen from Partick. Souness from Middlesbrough.
Then came the Barnes and Beardsley signings in ’87—huge fees at the time, but we’d just won the league and were building for more. Aldridge, Houghton, Nicol. The squad was constantly refreshed at the top end, and it paid off with trophy after trophy. We weren’t cautious. We weren’t reactive. We were proactive, dominant, and unapologetic about it.
Maybe we’re just being the cunts we used to be?