I have hated them with a passion for over 44 years. In some ways its sad to have devoted so long to such a negative emotion.
I dislike just about everything they claim to stand for starting with the colour of thier shirts to the arrogance of thier fans.
Its inbred now into me and I miss no oppertunity to dig at them at every turn Put a magazine in front of thiers at the supermarket....thats me
Put a City Shirt in front of thiers at a sports shop....alwaysIn the old days (80's) returning from away matches with a result always stopped to piss against the wall at old trafford.
Only have one red that I speak to and call him Token to boot
Nothing red ever in the house
Some one asked if I was a bitter Blue...Nah I said much worse than that
Its carried me through some dreadfull years watching City always had this intense hatred to cling onto.
Its not religous bigotry its just a fundamentally different approach to supporting a team.
Now its an old friend, always remember a derby match at Maine road in the late 70's sat between the main and platt lane stand.
Intermixed with reds.
An old guy with a walking stick on his own must have been mid 70's walking down the stairs whacking every red accross the head or shoulders sat within reach with his stick shouting red bastard.No body stopped him.
Everybody understood even the reds who were whacked if anyone had lifted a finger against him we would have laid into them...no body did.
Thats where I think I will end up, an old man insulting the bastards with the last of my strength....How Wonderfull.
Wonder if all you fans of a later date understand and then realise I do not really care if you do or do not. Its a personal thing and maybe understood by Malcolms and Joe's "Old Guard" the supporters from the late 60's when led by Allison we spat in thier face and still do today.