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The Bipolar Years (Part 7: 2014-2015 'Mon the Balance Sheet)

I'll be honest. There are large swathes of this season that I have no recollection of whatsoever. That's unusual since I normally have a good memory of these things when I get going. It's actually like I have mentally blocked it out. I just watched a game against Aberdeen that we lost 2-0 at home in and honestly cannot remember being at it, even though after their second goal I can pick myself out. There is a 3-2 win against Ross County up there that I also can't remember although watching it I just LOL'd at the fact they had Lewis Toshney and Paul Quinn as centre halves. There's no point bullshitting everyone and writing some sort of blow-by-blow account of this season so I'll stick to the bit's I actually DO remember; be that particular games, performances or general feelings of the season which proved to be the pivotal point of the decade for United. If you want to torture yourself, go on the ever-excellent Arab Archive since most of the games this s...

The Bipolar Years Part 6: 2013-2014-The Emperor's New Clothes

No sure who the biggest arsehole on the day was... "Did we win?"  "No, ya clown, the games no even started yet." "Just leave is. Ah canna get up. I just want to sleep." 17th May 2014, 2:45pm just down the road from Celtic Park as I am woken up having fallen asleep on the bus from The Lee in Glasgow to Parkhead. Paralytic. I was then carried off the bus whereby the blast of air hits me as I stepped outside, took about two paces and just collapsed. Somebody then spray paints my hand as I manage to give the finger to my mates who of course have snapped about half a dozen pictures of me in an absolutely shambolic state.  This was the high point of the day. I wish they'd just left me on the bus tbh.  Somehow I made it to the game, climbed about 4000 steps up to the top tier of the stand behind the goal but not before noticing that I wasn't the only tangerine drunken mess trying to get into the game.  The streets and the concourses were littered with the...

The Bipolar Years Part 5: 2012-2013 The Battle of the Baldies

Peter Houston: Postscript This season saw the end of individually, Peter Houston's time as United manager and collectively, the end of the Levein-Houston era. Was it the right decision? I still to this day don't know.  Does hindsight trump foresight? Probably. Should it have ended this way? No way. That the most sustained era of success for Dundee United since Wee Jim retired ended in a pissing contest between two men with over-inflated egos was criminal and embarrassing. I'll get to the 'Press Conference from Hell' at the climax. A Team in Transition (more in need of tucking in at the back than pushing out up front if you catch my drift) The 2010 squad was now almost completely gone with Scott Robertson, Danny Swanson, Dusan Pernis, Paul Dixon and Garry Kenneth (and Scott Allan) departing. It's funny because at the time I seemed to just shrug at this amount of quality departing (for nearly fuck-all money once again due to freedom of contract....