Back in the days pre takeover, I used to get a running commentary of texts from a rag mate (armchair) about all the incidents in all their games, how he was just opening a bottle of reserva to watch their Champions League games etc (still wiped the fucking floor with him & left him with steam coming out of his ears, even when we were relatively shit). This stopped the day we beat Stoke at Wembley (I saw a text when I was coming home that day gloating about their title, as if I fucking cared). I see him sometimes in person & he also texts re other stuff (works abroad) but never Utd/City related apart from 'lost interest in football, as it's not the same anymore' .
Until they won at our place last season, then I got 'normal service is resumed'. To which I replied 'I thought you were dead' & he claimed he had changed phones & lost my number.
Recently, he texted he would be coming over here, round about now & he'd get in touch, for a beer. I haven't texted him re the game, because I know, I don't need to, he has already got a picture of my face, in his head, taking the piss out of him.
And, he won't tell me he's here now. He'll just spend a few days over here, then go back, without saying anything. If I pull him up about it in the future, he'll claim he was 'too busy' with work or he would, of course have contacted me to go for a beer.
This is how sad they are.
Hilarious.