The best way I can explain the UTD dilemma in the Final..
It's like when your out with your mates and chat up this really good looking girl, one that you could go to town on, pretty much like Liverpool should do to this UTD side, only to take her home after a few drinks and a Blow Job to find out she is indeed a bloke.
That feeling of realisation she is bloke, and explaining that to your mates who you left at the bar would I imagine be the same feeling of UTD deploying negative tactics and winning the game.. The humiliation of it..
No fucking way am I allowing myself to be put in this position.. It dirty talk even thinking about it..