My mothers a Red, my dads a Blue and I love the banter between the fans. Ive had it all day long and I'll take it and give it as long as no fucker starts kicking fuck out of each other then It's all fair game to me. I actually smiled when Rooney scored because I thought here the fuck we go AGAIN! And if it was the other way round then we'd have gone mental as well.
Nothing wrong with selling merchandise but you gotta admit it's like Harpurhey market down there and most of it is United tat for the once in a season visiting hordes.
Yes we did the Blue Moon, little bit cringeworthy in a derby game when in my opinion the game is big enough to create its own atmosphere but still at least its done with a degree of individuality and thought whereas to be quite frank the piped music from Vera Lynns fucking grandmother belting out United Road, Que Sera and Glory Glory was quite frankly hideously obscene and amateurish, actually was the CD bought from one of your market stalls outside - now that I could understand. FFS if your gonna do it then at least try to do it with some degree of respectability.
Yes we do have fans from further afield than Manchester, I myself have friends and family from other shores come to watch the Blues but you see its so so much more of a test of character following a team of no real success for the past 33 years than it is to jump aboard the next train or coach and hitch a ride on the bandwagon rolling into Old rafford every other week. We've all met colleagues through work etc. and the conversation turns to football and its 'Oh I went to O/T once for a night game to see Man U. and its an instant turn off, like watching the wife come downstairs with the wooly pyjamas on and a block of chocolate in one hand and a book in the other. And they just don't get it. Like I said I genuinely love an arguement and banter with a real rag, sadly and I mean sadly I honestly know less and less these days. I knowyour history I was brought up in a house with it andI despise those that cling to your club like some blood sucking leech hanging on for grim death. I was at a City function a few months back and was sat at the same table as the recently departed Albert Scanlon and it was a privelige to meet and talk with him. I was proud to ask a Busby Babe for his signature. I do have to wonder how many of the so called United fans I meet day in day out would know who he was unless they googled his name.
City are not perfect of that I know full well, but give me my owns clubs faults against your current weekly circus all day long, because following City is more than football its meeting the same faces home and away week in week out, year in and year out.