Like most old school blues on here, I spent my 20s and 30s winning arguments in pubs against the rags, who were winning trebles whilst we were playing Wigan and Gillingham to save our lives. Whether it was ‘you don’t come from Manchester’, Ryan Giggs not having parents or taking the piss out of the boat loads and plane loads of tourists, we scrapped for any bit of leverage we could find.
I think we need to deal with the fact that no matter what the outcome, enough mud has been thrown. Which was after all the main purpose. But compared with the above, winning the argument will be child’s play.