Currently suffering their poorest start to a Premier League season on record, it's fair to say that even those who criticised the managerial appointment of David Moyes (and there were plenty of them) wouldn't have predicted United would be languishing in ninth position with more than a third of the season gone.
The Champions League consists of the best domestic teams from all over Europe and to win the competition in its entirety is seen as the pinnacle of club football. Taking part in the European competition has many advantages to it and just qualifying for it is a huge attraction for potential players looking to move clubs.
On the Beckham issue, one just has to laugh. What was the point of digging all that up in such a negative way? Why do a hatchet job in the book and then try to make amends in the book launch, by stating the obvious? Why bring his wife, Victoria, into it?
Aah, baking. A thoroughly British sport. If things like baking, card making and tutting at queue jumpers were allowed in the Olympics well...
With United apparently going backwards, Arsenal, Chelsea, Manchester City, Spurs and Liverpool are all making inroads. Looking at United and those clubs' transfer dealings in the summer, there is more evidence of shifting tides.
There can be little argument that Alex Ferguson's tenure at Manchester united will be remembered as one in which he took a club that was still trading on past glories ("all fur coat and no knickers") and fashioned it a brand that was dominant on and off the pitch.
After a rollercoaster six months, Ellis Short has - rightly or wrongly - decided the Italian was too close to veering off the tracks, and what's needed is a new man to steer things in a far more upwardly direction. While there's still debate to be had over Short's decision, the question now moves from 'what?' or 'why?' to 'who?' Here's a look at some of the realistic - and not so realistic - candidates
To be sure, scandal has always been with us. The annals of British history are littered with the names of great national hellraisers, from Vinnie Jones to Gazza and beyond. However, there is a difference. Recent distasteful behaviour in sport, whether it be the English rugby team tossing midgets, or the bout of al fresco relief with which I began this article, betrays cultural problems, not individual misdemeanours...
I might as well be honest with you right from the start: this article will contradict itself. It will set off by being one thing but in the end will turn out to be something else, in many ways similar to a Premier League season.
It wouldn't be the first time that a youngish football manager, with illustrious predecessors inconveniently prominent in fans' memories, has appeared as a sheep trying to don the clothing of a wolf. Allan Clarke, after an apprenticeship at Barnsley, returned to Elland Road as manager, and immediately started trying to come over all Brian Clough.
There are worrying signs already for the inheritor of the poisoned chalice that is the Old Trafford hot-seat. David Moyes has been gathering his own people about him as he sets forth to put his own stamp on the Man U machine - but Moyes will be grimly aware that The Ghost of Alex Ferguson Past is the least of his worries.
With the dust only just settling on the most illustrious managerial career in football, it's been hard to find a bad word written about Sir Alex Ferguson. However, now he's officially retired, the time has come to examine some of his lesser moments.
"It just doesn't happen. Unless you're Aberdeen." Willie Miller, the youngest captain in Aberdeen's history, talks about the moment provincial Scotti...
There are many great Britons who in the eyes of Winston Churchill, 'made the weather,' on route to their success. There is only one great Briton though who has been able to make time, specifically 'Fergie time'.
With extra money coming into the club from their lucrative deal with Puma, funds freed up from their deal with Emirates, not to mention increased TV revenue and the likely departure of a certain meerkat-a-like, it could be time for one last hurrah.
For those of you with the insatiable morbidity necessary to have read this far, I don't propose to tax your limited attention spans any further by embarking on a new subject. So instead, I'll sum up the gist of what I had intended to write in one sentence: We gon' be aaiight wiv Moyes.