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Six goals, two penalties and two red cards. FC United of Manchester are still clinging onto the coat-tails of the leaders of the Unibond League Premier Division, but they had their work cut out on Saturday against title chasing North Ferriby United.
FC United of Manchester held a rally on Saturday lunchtime which outlined very clearly, in practical and emotional terms, why the time for change in football has now arrived. Supporters of all clubs now have to make a serious decision over what form their support will take.
It’s not often that we advertise on here, but on Saturday, before their Unibond League Premier match against North Ferriby United, FC United of Manchester will be holding a rally in the cause of supporter-owned clubs.
The Manchester United supporters that wore gold and green scarves for the League Cup semi-final on Wednesday night were protesting, but it may be too late for them to have influence whatsover over what happens to the club that they support.
The game is starting to smell rotten from the inside out, and this smell is starting to become all-pervasive to the extent that even those that have been trying to avoid the smell or don’t have a particularly strong sense of smell are starting to notice it.
The passing of a match day helper at FC United of Manchester is a sad loss for her club, but it should also serve as a moment for the rest of us to pause for thought and thank everybody that gives up their own time to do unpaid work for them.
As we walk into the bar at Kingsmeadow, something silver and shiny catches my attention in the corner of my eye. “It’s the FA Trophy!”, I squeal, “The real FA Trophy”. It takes a sharp prod to the rib cage to remind me that, sitting next to it, is the squatter but considerably shinier FA…