Aseveryone knows, the papers have been full of talk re the internal problems at United, we have a couple of major shareholders trying to disrupt the club, and tbh it just isnt gonna happen, the fans have started to rally round and with thousands of us owning shares our collective voice will not be denied.
Henry Winter, from The Telegraph:
If Sir Alex Ferguson was unwise to pick a fight with John Magnier and J P McManus, then the Cubic Expression duo were distinctly foolish to take on Manchester United's fans. Cubic may believe they are being clever calling for an extraordinary meeting but they risk a public mauling from United's share-holding fans.
As one particularly nasty anti-Magnier T-shirt being hawked around the streets of Stretford depicts, the Irish have become the targets now. Away from the Emerald Isle and those racing habitats where their every step and word is fawned upon, Cubic's first outing at Old Trafford promises to rival Paul Ince's return for volume of abuse.
M and M can outspend Ferguson in their spat over Rock Of Gibraltar but they cannot out-shout 60,000 diehards. Imagine that: investing tens of millions in a business whose customers all loathe you. Things they don't teach you at Harvard Business School are 10-a-penny in football. Emotions matter in football. Sentiments like loyalty count. It's not all about money.
Football looks after its own and few football men rouse such devotion as Ferguson does with a United rank and file now beginning to rail against M and M. Irish opportunists versus Scottish dream-maker? There is no choice for United's support, whose lives have been enriched by glorious moments from Nou Camp to the Riverside, all of them masterminded by the master-manager, Ferguson.
Ferguson's employers yesterday announced an internal investigation into United's transfer dealings, and rightly so given concerns over the Cristiano Ronaldo price hike. United's board have already confirmed that all payments to agents, admittedly extravagant sums but hardly uncommon in football, were sanctioned by them.
Viewed from a United fan's perspective, any smoking gun points first and foremost at the club's directors. The expected outcome is for the board to warn Ferguson again to keep his agent son, Jason, out of United business. Embarrassing but hardly P45 time. The Red Army will keep the faith in Ferguson.
And so a polite word of advice to messrs Magnier and McManus: United's following can damage your reputation. Do not dismiss them as the great unwashed, powerless and aimless, meekness made flesh. These are very modern fans who care passionately about United and apply business and PR skills to fight their corner. Their fans' organisations have press officers, accountants and solicitors, professional people all united by a love of Ferguson and United. They have faced and won challenges to the club. Just ask Rupert Murdoch.
The whiff of dissent, of a rallying to Ferguson's cause, was palpably in the air at Northampton on Sunday when United fans chorused their disapproval of Magnier. Where better than Northamptonshire, the neighbourhood of Naseby, to find a group gathering their strength for a civil war.
So far the fight has been going the way of Magnier, sniping effectively from afar in his attempted character assassination. United fans brace themselves for the next attack, probably focusing on Ferguson's sizeable gambling habits. Northampton, though, signalled the size of the resistance movement. Any attempt to oust Ferguson will be avidly opposed.
It was not just the sound of the away end castigating Magnier so caustically. The Irish mogul should have been at Sixfields, casting his eye over the four stands all containing a United presence, albeit discreetly in the three home sections. This, Magnier should note, confirms Ferguson's phenomenal impact; he has made United the hottest ticket in town, so red-hot that United fans surfed the internet, stalking the cyber-auction rooms to buy tickets off Northampton season ticket-holders.
One Red Army foot soldier confided yesterday how difficult he found it, sitting among Northampton fans, having to applaud Diego Forlan's missed penalty and then hiding his glee when the goals finally went in. United fans will do anything to see Ferguson's fabled XI, even the second string.
No club in the land boast such a demanding "loyalty-pot" scheme to get even close to an away ticket. Probably only Chelsea rival United for noisy on-the-road following. Ferguson and his team stir an almost religious response in their congregation.
Driving to Old Trafford, this observer ritually passes a young fan in full United garb, waiting at a roundabout to watch the area's official United supporters' branch bus speed past. He waves and then returns home, happy with such fleeting proximity to Ferguson's dream factory.
Of course, fans question certain decisions by the manager, such as taking on decent opponents like Aston Villa with half-strength sides. Of course, they do not want their money wasted on excessive agents' fees, particularly for those recruits such as Forlan and David Bellion, not good enough to wear the famous red.
But they trust their manager's instincts. Ferguson keeps building sides that see off all-comers. Magnier and McManus toy with the fans' love for Ferguson at their peril.'