More tales of woe from ratbag Owen!

I've noticed that Michael Owen has taken time from his busy schedule of training and bench warming to Tweet about his delight at somehow securing a one year contract extension with Manchester United.

No problem right? Wrong. Owen then decided to be a little bitch and have another little nibble at the long suffering paying support of Newcastle United by stating that he'd "rather be on the bench at a top club than play every week in a poor team". Quite understandably this has caused quite a bit of annoyance amongst NUFC fans. Here is what grotbags had to say:

"Just to answer some of your tweets. Prefer playing less often in a top team than every game in a poor team. Been there and didn't enjoy it."

I've corrected his spelling for him, free of charge, but it's clear to see who he is referring to with that comment. It was a different case back when Manchester United came to town a month or so ago though wasn't it.? Owen wasn't so brave then and looked like he just spat in his pants after coming on as a second half substitute when he heard the reception that he was getting from the St James' Park stands.

No matter, his head will have no doubt been firmly placed up his arse again soon after so he could mop up his own mess. I mean that is where he must keep his head if he was expecting some sort of friendly welcome on his return.

Owen is the king of sleaze. A risible little dirtbag who has no interest in where he plays football unless he is getting paid handsomely to do so. I'd go as far to say that he would play at any club if the money was right. Unfortunately that is how we got him at Newcastle.

You pay for what you get? Really? Not in the case of Owen who cost the club over £44 million during his four years on Tyneside. In return we got a smattering of goals surrounded by months and months of injury. You could tell when he was going to be fit again - just by taking a look at the England fixtures.

The problem is that Owen seems to be completely absolving himself of any blame for relegation when in reality, as Captain, it should be him that is carrying the majority of the can. We needed fight and motivation yet Owen could inspire neither. In short, as a Captain, Owen is nowhere near fit enough to lace Kevin Nolan's boots.

What to do about Owen and his inane ramblings? Nothing. Simply do nothing. Clearly the little cherub was rattled by the reception he received so he feels the need to have a moan from the comfort of his own home and in his spare time. Just sit there, chuckle at him, and smile.

Or alternatively you could give the little gimp both barrels by getting in touch with him via his Twitter account @themichaelowen.