Right now I am looking at this lot a little differently.
Every put down, snide remarks, that fucking banner, David May‘s barbecues, gpc and all the other associated shite that goes with them.
They won the fucking lot yet, to a man and or woman they never had any grace whatsoever and took great pleasure in letting us know how shit we were.
They could never understand us or our ability to laugh at ourselves and our unwavering ability to (cliche alert) keep the faith.
Now we’ve reached the very top I feel absolutely nothing towards them.
Completely empty, not a shred of hatred for what they did. I am far from a religious person but can imagine that this is what it feels like to be able to forgive. We’ll fuck that feeling I am going to put sly sports news on to raise my blood pressure once more.
The season is over we all need a holiday. Refresh. WTFAmu.
Stay humble don’t ever be like them. Bide your time then pick your moment to put them down.
As you were my lovely Treble Winning Fellow Blues.
CTID.