Silly old fucker, Jesus, the state of these Rags now, when I think what we've endured for decades, with pragmatic
shrugs and self deprecation, compared to this skriking old twat who thought the good times would never end, it
fills my heart with joy.
I want to continue to see him and his ilk weeping their peepers out, up to and during the day when the bulldozers are flattening
that rusting abortion in Trafford, cheered on by mocking City fans.
Cry, cry and cry again, let's turn the whole bandwagon jumping, entitlement driven hordes into quivering jelly like wrecks.
Come on Rags, get those Kleenex's dabbing, there there.