Subscribers are playing straight into Sly's hands. Ratboy, Tyler, Spitty etc all detest us. They tried to disguise it a few years ago but now it's descended into open warfare...as far as I'm concerned the gloves are off. Fuck the niceties, fuck the see-through congeniality, fuck the whole pretence that Sly are in any way neutral - they've been anti-City since the Premiership began. They wear their intense dislike of us like a badge, a medal of honour, something to be proud of.
They've been performing fellatio on the rags since the start of SlySports, and now they're openly fluttering their eyelids in the direction of the dippers (yeah, the dippers, the club whose fans have caused irreparable damage to English football so many times it's now become a bit of a bad-taste joke amongst football fans).
And yet they treat us with so much contempt, so much animosity and derision you'd have thought Aleister Crowley himself was our chairman.
I haven't had Sly Sports since the days when Brian May's 'Driven By You' was featured on it, and to be honest I'd rather slurp a tepid mug of Harvey Price's saliva than have it again.