The worst are the drunken, no-nowt, snaggle-toothed, slaggy rag hags who can't keep their bacteria filled gobs shut once they realise your a city fan. " Ha ha shitty city" they cackle, releasing a fug of coma-inducing, foul-smelling breath in the general direction of the innocent recipient. You all know the type. How many times have you been out shopping or just going about your business at the same time the rags have been playing in a TELEVISED CL match, and there they are...Mr and Mrs Knuckledragger brazenly walking around wearing "The colours" without any hint of irony. More interested in which trampagne to drink with their turkey twizzlers....
The year they won the treble, during the CL final, I decided to walk to my local shops (quarter of a mile away) to get some beer.
I counted 15 rags all sporting "the colours" just walking about!!!
As I got near the shop, a gang of kids were playing footy on a small green, some wearing "the colours." In my peaceful demeanour, I told this fat, wheezy ginger kid what the score was.....His reply..
"So?"
Gas the bastards I say....;o)