I went to an originally pleasant do today, didn’t know anyone else before going.
I was a lone nonscouse, it quickly transpired, but was fine whilst trying to adjust to the accent with a lot of background noise.
I got a little warm and unzipped my top , with a Citizens t-shirt underneath.
No issue, but one guy for reasons unknown, decided to play his phone ringtone to me… the tune from Carousel… odd.
Nothing else after that, and I had a good chat with another … until near the end and suddenly I was asked how long I’d supported City (implying it was recently), quickly followed up by ‘history’ (I replied simply 1894, and got some unrelated to Liverpool stuff about oldest stadium/club), ‘trophy room vs trophy shed’.
They jumped Straight in with it, out of nowhere, and completely unrelated to what was happening. Shame as up to that point it was good.
conclusion: nothing wrong with scousers, until football crosses their brain, whereupon they seem to have an inbuilt inferiority complex that comes over as wanting to be ‘superior’ and seems to consist of announcing unwanted stuff with no discussion or preamble.