I am a yank and have been supporting City since 1978 when I traveled all over England to support a dreadful football team who's fans appropriately engaged in a large bit of self-ridicule. My father, who fostered my love of the game, became a City fan during the war, when stationed somewhere outside of Manchester instructing the RAF how to shoot straight. I am not ashamed of where I come from, nor do I care for your assumption that I am. I am a proud Philadelphian who flies a City banner from my house every day in an Irish neighborhood full of scum and dipper supporters. Please lose the attitude of righteous entitlement that you display regarding OUR team, it makes you sound like a dipper from 30 years ago or a scum supporter from 20 years ago. Having read your posts for the past several years, I'm reasonably confident that you are better than that.It’s not our fault the rest of the world is so ashamed of where they’re from that they can’t stomach supporting the teams from the places that represent them as a person so just latch onto English teams.
And why is it all these sad ****s never support Wycombe or Shrewsbury, why is it always the best teams?
But did you ever make contact with a ball whilst trying to emulate DT ... or was it all "air ball" ?I was Dennis Tueart in the late 70s and early 80s playing football on Haughton Green cricket pitch. So fuck off any fucker who says the league Cup is shite.
But did you ever make contact with a ball whilst trying to emulate DT ... or was it all "air ball" ?
The cricket pitch still has the scars to show that my arse hit it more times than any contact with the ball. Happy Times.But did you ever make contact with a ball whilst trying to emulate DT ... or was it all "air ball" ?
Hence your cauliflower arse. ;) (Always used to called Heskey that)The cricket pitch still has the scars to show that my arse hit it more times than any contact with the ball. Happy Times.