the cunts prevented me from taking my lad down wembley way. we were in the greyhound hearing all the stories and he was shitting it. one of his teachers had told him the day before how great wembley way is and he was looking forward to it almost as much as the stadium itself, but those backwards fuckers had to act the big "i am".
we were at the wembley central station after the game, stood on the platform when a group of about a dozen MIB's turned up. one had done his hand in punching a lamp post (wow!) and said to his mate "shall we kick off now and take the full platform?" to which his boss said "behave yourself, have you seen how many city there is?". my dad heard the full conversation and was trying to prepare to defend himself while worrying about how to get my 10 year old out of the way in time on a crowded platform.
i never thought i'd attend my favourite ever football experience and still come away hating the fuckers more than i had the day before. horrible bastards.