diplomacy is for dicks
enjoy your stupid barbs, the reality is you have fuck all , know fuck all, feel fuck all because you are at the end of a wire 4500 miles long (an analogy)
meanwhile come monday
i'll be out with my family, joining with the blue family, having a few beers in blackburn
going for a bite to eat
and watching the super blues alongside thousands of others with bonhomie
whilst you sit in front of your computer screen dreaming of the past and what might have been
we care fuck all about spuds, less so about their far away fans and, believe it or not, your banal shit but, more importantly, your copied spurs propaganda
get your reflected glory from kicking shit out of some old women or stealing land