I went into my local to watch the game and was amongst rags, some I knew so I didn't know. I played it low key, not trying to gloat on their perilous position under a grinning but totally inept Norwegian paperboy. Two rags twigged I was a blue as I wasn't having any of the "United are the best" bollocks.
At the end of the evening it became pathetic, like I was talking to drunken skittles of past glory. I could have bowled them over without trying but I just smiled in politeness of their ongoing agony. I let them beat their selves up. How the shoe is on the other foot, and how sweet it is to be a blue these days: )