Dec 30 th 2009: Panic on the streets of Dublin and Dundee (but not Humberside) The bipolar years actually started a couple of days before the decade did. A 7-1 defeat. To Rangers (RIP). Trudging out of Ibrox at 5-1 then hearing a roar go up as number 6 went in then hearing about number 7 go in on the radio as my mate profusely apologised for badgering us to go to the game is as bad as it gets. However, the match itself set the tone for the decade to follow. Why? After a horrendous first half when Utd were 3-0 down, we actually played really well for about 20 minutes, scoring once and should have done so again. If we had, we’d have got something from the game. We then made two bad mistakes and just collapsed. How could we go from being so totally dominated, to totally dominant, to a final complete capitulation? Bipolar. A couple of days later we meekly lost to a shite Aberdeen side and a proper online meltdown ensued: “United are fucked without Craig Levein.” “Assistants n