Oh fucking hooray, Middlesborough won a match. I know it's a rare occurance, and you want to be defensive because hey, you don't know when the next time it's ever going to happen, but I think we...no, scratch that, I think I'd appreciate it if you got into a horrific accident involving a combine harvester and lost both your arms. That way, you simply couldn't get on here to piss people off, and everyone goes home happy. Except, of course, you, because you'd have no arms. Ah well, no-one's loss.
P.S. I don't really have too much of an opinion of Middlesborough, I just hate Summers.
P.P.S Manager who has a hope of doing something worthwhile with his time? Check.
Goalscorer? Check.
Players that would help England? Check.
Kit that isn't a West Ham rip-off (and, to pre-empt you, I don't care which club was formed first)? Check.
There are some things money can't buy. Like a decent team that gels together well, or an atmosphere. For everything else, there's Mastercard.