Mark Goldbridge: Manchester United’s Dismay
Mark Goldbridge: Manchester United’s Dismay
Winter whispers stir the air,
As shadows cast their mocking glare.
January’s hopes, once promising high,
Now fade to unexciting, embarrassing sighs.
Amidst the transfer market’s clamoring crowd,
Do we risk our fortune on strikers proud?
Hope teeters on the precipice, awaiting fate’s decree.
Uncertainty, foolishness looms, tormenting me.
