Nay, nay and thrice nay. I am a drunk, bitter and twisted individual. I hated those years. The belittlement, the ignominy, the piss taking, the hurt, the utter abject disappointment of failute after failure, being down among the dead men, watching my team struggle to score in the 80oddth minute away at Macclesfield to lift us towards the play off places in the 3rd fucking division, the patronising of other fans, the cruel laughter of that other satanic breed of inbred scum sucking pricks.
No, I'm sorry, one FA Cup doesn't cut it.
Come the inevitable League and Cup double and a Champions League final win against Barcelona and trust me, I've got an 'acceptance' speech of Father Ted proportions for all those bastards.
Gertcha.