TERRACE TALK: Man United - Is the end nigh for tedious reign of Louis van Gaal?

As an eight-year old, I asked for a football for Christmas. Being a good little chap in those days, I got it. 

Forty frequently misbehaved years later, I guess I must now be on Santa’s naughty list. Because the round football-related present I requested this year never materialised: Louis Van Gaal’s head remains firmly affixed to his metaphorical body, and so on we must trudge.

Not that I write the above with any finality on a Sunday afternoon. Like many Reds, I’ve spent all waking hours since the whistle at Stoke on the newsflash alert. Perhaps, by the time you read this, the Christmas miracle will have come to pass, and the joyful tidings “He’s Gone!” will have popped up on our screens.