I love this position being taken by the broader media.
A fantastic team of stylish, entertaining footballers making a trail-blazing, history-making start to the season - that's got to be a good story right?
Yeah but it's those dirty oil-money lottery-winning scruffy gate-crashing bastards so let's just ignore them and/or publish our usual spiteful, negative bullshit.
Juxtapose this with the swollen ejaculation of hyperbole, dressing up a fat old lazy red pig, slapping on a bit of red lippy and telling an ignorant world how beautiful this pig is. Especially now that its amazing academy has produced yet another teenaged superstar to the delight of the whole football world.
This is a good thing because the daft rag twats actually believe that the pig is indeed beautiful, with a fine philosophy, and with just a couple of squirts of Family Guy's endogenous morphine (It's the united way), well there is no need whatsoever to even acknowledge the post-GPC stench of shit and ruin and decay that consumes them.
For every second the plastics sit comfortably wallowing in their delusion, we continue to build and grow the most dynamic, pre-eminent, successful sporting foundation and we do so with a grace and dignity befitting our traditions and heritage.
The dawn of realisation will arrive one day and they and their media cockroaches and cohorts will realise that the world really has moved on and for them, through their deliberate ignorance and institutionalised arrogance, they have well-and-truly been left behind.
