True story this. Years ago a young couple moved into the house next door. He was the archetypal rag: club shirt (about 4 of them), hats, scarves, bath towels, you name it, all with the rag emblem on them. He'd stand out in his back garden at barbecues and such giving it large to his mates over how great the vermin were, striding about like an SS officer joking about how crap City were, etc. Oh, such laughs.
One day I heard him out in his back garden talking to someone and I glanced over to see his wife was putting a load of Chelsea shirts on the line. This plastic fucker, I swear to god, was boasting to one of his mates: "Yeah, we've just bought Wright-Phillips off Man City so we're deffo gonna win the league this year." The çunt had quite literally overnight decided to ditch the rags and become a Chelsea fan!
As I say it was a long time ago (obviously, if the chavs had just bought Sweep) but it gives you an idea of just how shallow these plastic fuckers really are.