Amongst the euphoria of Pep football, I have tried to gloss over the worst moment of Sunday for me, which was when Tony Book got his presentation on the pitch.
Sure he got a good reception & I'm sure he's happy, but whilst I was stood applauding him, i looked round the stand and noticed how many weren't bothering at all. Fucking hordes of 'em. And not young girls with mobile phones or beardies, old grey haired blokes who are the kind who would come on here & tell people how much 'City' they are.
We no, you're not actualy you fucking phoney old cunts. If you are on here now, shame on you. You know it, if you were there.