Regular conversation in the pub about that time :
"We're in trouble. We could end up going down. If not this season then next"
Everyone takes worried sip of beer, Brief silence descends.
"What we need is some billionaire to buy us".
Everyone laughs ironically.
"Yeah, imagine. Buy all the best players and all that. Knock those red cunts off their perch for good"
More laughter
"Imagine that scotch prick's face? City come to Old Trafford and fucking humiliate them!"
Louder laughter
"Win the league and that. Can you imagine if City won the league? What it would feel like?"
Lots of "Yeah" and "Jesus". Everyone drifts into their imaginations for a second.
"Won't happen though, will it?"
"Course it fucking won't, we'll always be shit"
Rueful Laughter as conversation moves on.