Who was it calling us plastics? Some nutter on Rawk. They've lost the plot. "Plastics"? Us. Madness. Also, anyone lost their soul? Raise your hand.
Thought not.
I'm having something of a laugh tbh with everything that's been going on since Frank did a runner. Rags, Dippers, Spuds, Arse...they're all just projecting...they are actually speaking about themselves, about what makes them tick, about what they want, expect, demand and perceive themselves to be and their role in the game of football.
They can all fuck off. Where were they when we were shit? Fucking laughing and patronizingly patting us on our itty bitty heads, that's where.