Let me get real with Manchester United fans for a little bit.
There is absolutely nothing wrong with your club. There is nothing wrong with the way it’s run.
The debt, I hear you say. There is no football club in the world without debt. So stop going on about the Glazers and protesting with your green and yellow scarves.
But the CEO is suinig? No, guys. Ed Woodward has got the chequebook out for some moerse deals.
Since Alex Ferguson won the last of your 20 league titles in 2013, there have been huge names in the game coming and going at Old Trafford.
You had Angel Di Maria, Memphis Depay, Falcao and Alexis Sanchez to name a few.
Those players became co-scapegoats with the coaches who brought them in – Louis van Gaal and Jose Mourinho.
And I’ve heard you manne complain about these guys. Di Maria, Depay, Alexis, LVG, Jose. All of them. Cursing their mothers’ wombs. What happened to supporting your team?
David de Gea? Limp wrists. Harry Maguire? His kop is too swaar. Victor Lindelof? Too weak. Luke Shaw? Too many pies. Aaron Wan-Bissaka? Can’t cross.
That’s the whole defence. What a joke, I hear you say.
They certainly have looked like a joke since the start of the season.
They’ve let in 11 goals in three games. That’s the second-most goals conceded in the league. And they have played a game fewer than the other teams with that record.
Paul Pogba is forever the sondebok in the midfield – when he joined the club in 2016, he was the most expensive player of all time.
Up front, there is Marcus Rashford, Anthony Martial and Mason Greenwood.
But so far Bruno Fernandes is the hero again, thanks to two penalties. Who would ever have guessed, after a record 14 penalties last season for the Red Devils?
Anyway, no one is performing.
And all I’ve heard since the start of season was that Jadon Sancho was needed to come and make everything alright.
But with such an already expensively assembled squad, what would throwing another £110m at their problems solve?
Why won’t United invest even more in their squad?
I’ll tell you why. Something Gary Neville won’t tell you. Rio Ferdinand won’t tell you, neither will Paul Scholes.
Not even tjankgat Patrice Evra will tell you after a 6-1 pak from Mourinho’s Tottenham.
Are you ready to hear the truth? Ole Gunnar Solskjaer. That’s the problem, gents.
The board doesn’t want to invest because the coach is a lame duck who can’t get the best out of his team – unless they are underdogs on the counter attack.
Woodward knows. Hell, even Fergie knows it.
But just like Neville, Rio and Evra, you guys are worried about turning on one of your own.
I mean, how could you? No one wants to criticise the hero of the Nou Camp in 1999.
What a night that was, hey? Deep in stoppage time and poking the ball into the back of the net with the last kick of the game to lift the Champions League trophy and complete the treble.
Stick with Ole and you will almost certainly never come close to moments like that.
Only one of Ole’s treble-winning teammates, though, seems to have his doubts about the man whose last job in the Premier League saw his team relegated.
Dwight Yorke this week told TalkSport : “We seem to make one step forwards and two steps back at the moment. We need to find a way to be consistent.
“I’m not sure he’s going to get them by the scruff of the neck. He’s not a Roy Keane by any means.
“He has a different style of management but I expect him at least to be having some stern words.”
The boss looks timid. Maybe it’s the babyface. Shamepies.
Maybe it’s time for Ole to man up. Yorke expects him to toughen up a bietjie – get a bit of that Keano mongrel in him.
Ole was coached by the angriest man in football – old Fergie.
The Scot with the permanent red face wasn’t afraid of using the hairdryer treatment.
He wasn’t bang to kick a boot into David Beckham’s face either.
Ole, though? He looks a bietjie lig in the broek.
United fans, it’s time for the Baby-Faced Assassin to grow a pair and man up.
And it’s time for you guys to man up and face up to the truth – Ole is at the wheel and taking the club nowhere.