Alex Ferguson is queuing in his local building society when a gunman bursts in through the door demanding money. Ferguson attempts to tackle the raider, but is knocked over. On his way to the floor he knocks his head on the counter and slumps out cold onto the floor. The robber runs off. One of the cashiers goes over to Alex and tries to revive him by fanning him with some leaflets - he comes round and looks bewildered. His first words are "where the hell am I, giz' a drink ?" The cashier replies, "don't worry, its ok - you're in the Nationwide." Ferguson replies, "Heck !!, is it May already !!


But....I dont wann be the teams on the receiving end when they find their form this season !!

Ro.