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Anyone else been accused of the Glory Hunting Tag yet?
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Newman Noggs
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My girlfriend lives in Warwick and derby day found me watching in a pub with around 60 people. Of those, around 40 were United fans, 19 were local neutrals (I think it was the pub team having a post-match drink) and the other one was me.
As usual I stated out with the best of intentions and kept quiet but this complete arse resplendent in a 1958 replica rag shirt with "Edwards" on the back (I kid you not !) kept calling City players and demanding bookings etc. As each pint went down I got more and more irritated so by the time Mario scored I gave a muted but clear celebration. As a result, various rags including my maudlin friend stated giving me grief.
At 3-0 my girlfriend came in wearing my City scarf (God love her she doesn't know anything about football). I asked her if she wanted a drink but she said no because she "didn't like the atmosphere in that pub". Seeing us with no drink, my grieving friend started with the "this is a pub you know", "you're supposed to buy drinks", "it's how the landlord makes a living" etc etc. When the 4th went in my girlfriend said, "you know what, I think I'll have that drink after all" and pushed through the rags to the bar. At that point the 5th went in and I shouted across "better make mine a double !!". By this time the rags were speechless with rage and when the 6th went in every neutral in the pub cheered. Some were coming across for a chat and others were texting their raggy mates.
On the way out Red Duncan said "I bet you don't even know where Maine Road (sic) is" at which point I stopped, looked him in the eye and, without a word, slowly took out my 3 seasoncards. Even his mates were laughing at him and all he could splutter was "well fair play to you mate" as I swaggered out through the door.
What a great day that was.
As usual I stated out with the best of intentions and kept quiet but this complete arse resplendent in a 1958 replica rag shirt with "Edwards" on the back (I kid you not !) kept calling City players and demanding bookings etc. As each pint went down I got more and more irritated so by the time Mario scored I gave a muted but clear celebration. As a result, various rags including my maudlin friend stated giving me grief.
At 3-0 my girlfriend came in wearing my City scarf (God love her she doesn't know anything about football). I asked her if she wanted a drink but she said no because she "didn't like the atmosphere in that pub". Seeing us with no drink, my grieving friend started with the "this is a pub you know", "you're supposed to buy drinks", "it's how the landlord makes a living" etc etc. When the 4th went in my girlfriend said, "you know what, I think I'll have that drink after all" and pushed through the rags to the bar. At that point the 5th went in and I shouted across "better make mine a double !!". By this time the rags were speechless with rage and when the 6th went in every neutral in the pub cheered. Some were coming across for a chat and others were texting their raggy mates.
On the way out Red Duncan said "I bet you don't even know where Maine Road (sic) is" at which point I stopped, looked him in the eye and, without a word, slowly took out my 3 seasoncards. Even his mates were laughing at him and all he could splutter was "well fair play to you mate" as I swaggered out through the door.
What a great day that was.
Q8-Blue
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^ great read, thanks for sharing
whothefisAlice
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Wreckless Alec said:My girlfriend lives in Warwick and derby day found me watching in a pub with around 60 people. Of those, around 40 were United fans, 19 were local neutrals (I think it was the pub team having a post-match drink) and the other one was me.
As usual I stated out with the best of intentions and kept quiet but this complete arse resplendent in a 1958 replica rag shirt with "Edwards" on the back (I kid you not !) kept calling City players and demanding bookings etc. As each pint went down I got more and more irritated so by the time Mario scored I gave a muted but clear celebration. As a result, various rags including my maudlin friend stated giving me grief.
At 3-0 my girlfriend came in wearing my City scarf (God love her she doesn't know anything about football). I asked her if she wanted a drink but she said no because she "didn't like the atmosphere in that pub". Seeing us with no drink, my grieving friend started with the "this is a pub you know", "you're supposed to buy drinks", "it's how the landlord makes a living" etc etc. When the 4th went in my girlfriend said, "you know what, I think I'll have that drink after all" and pushed through the rags to the bar. At that point the 5th went in and I shouted across "better make mine a double !!". By this time the rags were speechless with rage and when the 6th went in every neutral in the pub cheered. Some were coming across for a chat and others were texting their raggy mates.
On the way out Red Duncan said "I bet you don't even know where Maine Road (sic) is" at which point I stopped, looked him in the eye and, without a word, slowly took out my 3 seasoncards. Even his mates were laughing at him and all he could splutter was "well fair play to you mate" as I swaggered out through the door.
What a great day that was.
Brilliant
bluecarlos61
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Yep. I've lived in Nottingham for the last 7 years and get it quite a bit. Until I show em my 25yr old fade tattoo or my season card. To be fair most then seem to show a grudging respect and their attitude changes totally.
bobby chariots
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prairiemoon said:Would have round for a visit that very afternoon, 193cm/ 16.5stone, belittle my son like that and they'll wish they hadn't.scowy68 said:I haven't myself,but one of the little lads teachers asked him if he'd jumped on the bandwagon,cheeky twat!
^I dont think you should be mixing the metric and imperial measurements, quite confusing for children.
I was called 'gloryhunter' by a Newcastle fan last summer at a party. He said it with such bitterness and bile. I think that was a key moment for me - I realised this shit will be aimed at us quite a lot, and that you just have to get used to it.
We have fans who have supported City for many years and some will be new to City. If we can take a few 'swing-voters' away from the rags its fine by me.
Bill
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Nope, they daren't , I rip rags for fun, they don't even try now.
niall'sdiscoshorts
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living in maidstone for the last 6yrs all the people around here know i'm
a blue, the only grief i get is on here with the normall RAG!! comments
tin hat on..........
a blue, the only grief i get is on here with the normall RAG!! comments
tin hat on..........
I've lived in London since the week before we got relegated to 3rd tier in 1998 and I am now starting to get asked a few daft questions about being a glory hunter. In the main the questions are usually tongue in cheek because people can tell by my accent that I'm not a local native. This usually results in some friendly banter and nothing to get too wound up about. Let's face it, as City fans we can certainly handle a bit of banter after being so shit for so long.
However, for my son, who will be 4 next week, and for whom the City brainwashing process is complete (I hope), I expect things to be different as he grows up. Regrettably he is never going to sound Mancunian, and hopefully will grow up in a glorious era of City success. However, I expect that this will mean people regard him as a glory hunter. Let's face it there is nothing more infuriating than a rag bastards in London, it still makes my blood boil after all these years down here, so in future when he is asked I expect he will be met with the same amount of contemptuousness that I reserve for rags when they justify their allegiance by saying that their dad is red. However, the difference is that their dads were glory hunters too.
However, for my son, who will be 4 next week, and for whom the City brainwashing process is complete (I hope), I expect things to be different as he grows up. Regrettably he is never going to sound Mancunian, and hopefully will grow up in a glorious era of City success. However, I expect that this will mean people regard him as a glory hunter. Let's face it there is nothing more infuriating than a rag bastards in London, it still makes my blood boil after all these years down here, so in future when he is asked I expect he will be met with the same amount of contemptuousness that I reserve for rags when they justify their allegiance by saying that their dad is red. However, the difference is that their dads were glory hunters too.
BlueRudders
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whothefisAlice said:Wreckless Alec said:My girlfriend lives in Warwick and derby day found me watching in a pub with around 60 people. Of those, around 40 were United fans, 19 were local neutrals (I think it was the pub team having a post-match drink) and the other one was me.
As usual I stated out with the best of intentions and kept quiet but this complete arse resplendent in a 1958 replica rag shirt with "Edwards" on the back (I kid you not !) kept calling City players and demanding bookings etc. As each pint went down I got more and more irritated so by the time Mario scored I gave a muted but clear celebration. As a result, various rags including my maudlin friend stated giving me grief.
At 3-0 my girlfriend came in wearing my City scarf (God love her she doesn't know anything about football). I asked her if she wanted a drink but she said no because she "didn't like the atmosphere in that pub". Seeing us with no drink, my grieving friend started with the "this is a pub you know", "you're supposed to buy drinks", "it's how the landlord makes a living" etc etc. When the 4th went in my girlfriend said, "you know what, I think I'll have that drink after all" and pushed through the rags to the bar. At that point the 5th went in and I shouted across "better make mine a double !!". By this time the rags were speechless with rage and when the 6th went in every neutral in the pub cheered. Some were coming across for a chat and others were texting their raggy mates.
On the way out Red Duncan said "I bet you don't even know where Maine Road (sic) is" at which point I stopped, looked him in the eye and, without a word, slowly took out my 3 seasoncards. Even his mates were laughing at him and all he could splutter was "well fair play to you mate" as I swaggered out through the door.
What a great day that was.
Brilliant
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