Just imagine how sad the people making up this shit are. Proper bitter cunts.
Geoff and Ged the bitter reds, from some shit little town like Matlock. Two brothers in their forties who still live at home with their Mam in a little shithole of a house that’s not been decorated since the early 80s, where they share a bedroom which is covered in United posters and flags, bunk beds in the corner. Using their Mam’s old 1990s PC in the back bedroom to go online and use Twitter to spread made up shit about City… they’ve never been to a game, mind. Never even been to Manchester.
Fridge full of this shit,
They drink that in the evenings while they watch MOTD reruns from the 90s, still in their United pyjamas while they wait for their fifth takeaway delivery of the week.
Their fat slag of a Mother still in a flowery nighty she’s had on since Tuesday. All of them on the Disability when there’s fuck all wrong with them.
Dad fucked off decades ago when they were kids.
House smells of piss, cigs and dogs.
This is what 90% of United’s British and Irish fanbase are like. I wouldn’t worry about made up Twitter shit from the bitters.