If it's young kids I understand it. It is simply human to want to be on the side of the victors. There must be few people on here who decided — on their own, as a kid, with no family pressure whatsoever — to support City during our darkest years, exactly when United were winning every bleeding thing in sight.
But I confess I have very little interest in “fans” who as teenagers or adults started supporting United and now think they're City fans. Their right, naturally. People can consider themselves fans of who they want. I just haven't really got anything to say to them.
Perhaps I'm on shaky ground here because after 1966 I was if anything a Chelsea supporter (“Ha!” I hear you exclaim, “knew he was a wrong ’un!” — and yes if we have another “crap” season like this one I'm thinking of going back to them, naturally, then I'll be able to sing “We've got Palmer, Palmer, Palmer”…). It wasn't until the family moved up to the smoky north of south Manchester in the winter of ’67-8 that I became a blue (sky blue, that is). And continued to feel well disposed towards Chelsea so long as they weren't playing us for a couple of years after that. But then I understood that it wasn't done. You can't love two women at the same time…