What utd fans don't tend to realise is, since the majority of us were either a, born in Manchester or b, live in Manchester, then we could quite easily have decided to utd if we felt the need to.
However, common sense, a decent upbringing, principles, morals or whatever you want to call them means we didn't.
Why do these thick idiots always presume we're jealous of them? You go on singing your nursey rhymes, dressing like a toddler whos about to paint the walls, go off to 'support' a club that rapes you over ticket prices and forces you to sign up for Cup games.
We're all more than happy on our side, thanks, the bitter tag wont be lasting too much longer, we've got the foundation and the resources to build a real threat to your self proclaimed dynasty. So whilst we may well end up along the same embarassing lines as your souless carcass of a corporation; run by money and greed... Remember, as Robinho takes on O Shea and some other Superstar slides it past that big ear dick you have for a keeper, that we were here before the money, before Sky and before the success. We know what being a real football supporter is all about, we never spent our whole lives idolising cheats and wondering why we couldn't understand anyone around us at match days.
Utd fans are like the bloodied wife of a scummy bully; staying loyal to something that takes from them what they need and tosses them back on the train home.
