here’s a few more reasons to hate City:
I hate them for having the words “Football Club and Manchester, oh, and City” in their club badge.
I hate Eagles.
I hate stars.
I hate Latin mottos on club badges.
I once got turned down by a bird from Manchester.
(Acutally, it was every bird from Manchester wot turned me down.)
(Actually, it was every bird I’ve ever chatted up wot turned me down.)
I hate the bastard that made Rohypnol illegal, because now I can never get laid.
I hate the way they beat THE MIFHTY Gooners into 4th place last season, the undeserving bastards.
I hate their cheap tickets.
I hate their stadium ’cause it’s nicer than ours.
I hate marco Pierre White for giving them the best stadium food in the country.
I hate them because they caused AIDS.
I hate them because their fans take the mick out of the lovely Piers Morgan.
I hate them because their fans call the lovely Paul Merson a crack-head.
I hate them because they mugged us over Kolo who is better than any defender we’ve had since.
I hate them because their players don’t have silly haircuts like ours do.
Ok balotelli’s hair is a bit silly, but I hate him because he’s so cool he gets away with it, unlike Gervinho and Sagna who look like they lost a fight with a mop cupboard.
I hate them because Samir Nasri isn’t afraid of Frimplingpongy.
I hate them because they only have one owner – all clubs should have at least two who fight with everyone all the time.
I hate them because their manager sees everything on the pitch, thus making our manager look a total dick when he says ” I didn’t see it”.
I hate them because we’re the team that’s meant to play beautiful tippy-tappy football, not them.
I hate them because they signed David Silva, and that made Fabregas realise he was no longer the best Spaniard in England, so he wanted out.
