I drove into the Asda car park after what seemed like a lifetime, stuck behind loud and obnoxious United fans. What more could you expect from the red devils? Now I know how they got that nickname. Once past the front gates I was greeted by yet another hold up. Just in front of me was a purple Renault Clio driven by an elderly man accompanied by his wife. So after having to suffer with slow driving, non-English speaking United fans, I now had to put up with an old man way past his road expiry date further holding me up. A human being can only take so much until they snap. I had snapped long ago. All the rage that was bubbling up inside me was finally released on this poor old pensioner. Simultaneously cussing and beeping in my effort to try to speed up his driving. But he didn’t respond. The N-reg car continued to move at the same steady speed of 1mph. At least it’s moving I thought to myself. I spoke to soon. The car came to a halt. He turned the keys in the ignition. The only reply he got was a tired whirr of the engine. He turned the keys again, another drone. He turned the keys again, another whine. After this a tired splutter from the engine gave it away. The car was not working.