How those rags used to rub it in when we ere lickle owd Ciddy. Bertie maghoo bitter massives. We were no threat to them, Like a flea ridden dog with distemper, they would kick us when we were down, and boy was we down! I hated Monday mornings at work when they would queue up to gloat and take the piss, especially after they'd thrashed us in Derby games!
They never ever thought we would be a threat to them, especially when Fergie was winning everything whilst we languished(at best) mid table, and let's not forget all those relagations/promotions we had under numerous managers. We were almost forever in transition from the Mercer/Allison era to Thaksin buying us. Constant managerial changes, a new manager would come in, be given a transfer kitty, weed out the deadwood to be then sacked, and the next manager would do the same, we were forever in transition as a club.
Nothing really changed till 'Thickskin Shitorwhatra' bought us, that's when we started to play catch up. Really got the media sit up and take notice in '08 when Sheikh (Willy Wonka) Mansour awarded us his last golden ticket! Owd Slugworth Wenger and the purple nosed piss can really hated us as did their fans for our newfound nouveau riche wealth. Our opulent council house didn't look right to the toffee nosed cartel that was once the constant top 4. Just think, if Sheikh Mansour wanted, he could pimp it up and paint the place in gold leaf, that would fuckin' sicken 'em!
I always said to any rag that would care to listen that when Fergie retired, that's when they would lose their dominance and be in transition as the successor(Moyes) had to rip up Fergie's magic mantle of success and instil his own ways, to gain any credibility whatsoever from the media. Same goes for Van Gall, and he too is equally fucking them up as Moyes did! lol.
I'm taking our up rise and success in my stride, and even nowadays, I have to pinch myself on how far we've come. It is not too long ago when Dikov rescued us from possibly being forever in a football wilderness, and i'll never forget that and many other moments of joy and sorrow following the blues before the moneymen came.
Here's to the future, let's drink and be merry!
