I’d like to think that in some parallel universe, where money hasn’t absolutely destroyed any semblance of competition and rotted average footballers minds, Mark Robins is the manager of Manchester United. He’s a legend of the club, he’s a clever manager, and a thoroughly likeable guy.
Instead, the place is a haven for vultures in the board and dressing rooms. Genuinely gutted that Coventry lost today, and raging that United won.