maybe this should be in the general football forum, but it's more difficult to call a **** a **** upstairs without offending some sensitive **** or other, so i've posted it down here in order that honesty may prevail. a fair few of us have rag relatives, some very close family. that's the way things are. right or wrong they are our blood and nowt can be done about it. fuck 'em! i was more thinking about genuine chosen friends. you know. people who are good mates but who happen to support the scum. pals who are such good pals that we can almost forgive them for it, well, maybe not forgive, they are still rag twats at the end of the day, but we can at least overlook it because they are sound fellows. i say this because i've had such a nice evening with a rag. one of many with him over many decades. despite his loyalties i am very fond of him and i do enjoy spending time with the rag twat, but... is it right? it confuses me. everything that is wrong with football is the scum. he mocked me for years and now is blind to the truth of how things are shifting in our favour. there's no talking to him. and yet, 20 years my senior, he greatly inspired me as a youth. a friend of the family he lent me his telescope and his precious books of da vinci's drawings. he talked me through euclid's elements and newton's principia. he never once treated me as a child, only an equal. without him i would be a totally different person. now i'm in my fifties and he's in his seventies. he is still so very sound about almost everything. but... when it comes to football he's a complete and utter rag ****. it is so frustrating. it makes no sense of what is right or what is wrong. he is a rag and talks bollox about footy. that is all there is to it. aside from his rag affliction he is sound as fuck. he was born and bred in bradford manchester (funnily enough a mere stone's throw from the etihad) as a kid he went with his dad to city one week and the scum the other, as was common in the day, but when push came to shove, like a sheep, he chose the scum. i have no time whatsoever for rags in the main. some would say they are ****s to a man and generally it's difficult to prove otherwise. how contrary of me. it's only a week ago that i was on here moaning about how meeting a rag had ruined my day and now i'm here starting a rag love-in.