The bell tolls once more and the increasingly weary eulogies are written again. Manchester United's procession has been going on for a near-decade yet nothing seems to change.
At this stage, the sombre mourning of the club is getting a bit ridiculous. Every pundit for every televised match, other than the understandably delighted Micah Richards, is there to give a soundbite 'take' on their former club's downfall.
Every game requires a post-mortem. Every elimination an inquiry. Every bad result has to come with a deep philosophical exploration into what it truly means to be United. It's this over-bloated sense of self-importance, sprinkled with absolutely nonsense terms like ' United DNA' that has helped lead to United's staggering decline; an innate feeling that United are somehow more special than any other club and are thus above the plights that affect them all.
