Someone’s on there now wondering if they are cursed!
Still no mention of Rock of Gibraltar!
Elvis is a brilliant song writer; some of his lyrics are among my favourites.
Odd how this very important part of rags history is ignored.
If pisscan wasn't a greedy bastard the chances are rags could still be near the top.
Pisscan greed destroyed the club. 100% down to him lol great.
When he finally pops from this mortal coil a LOT of stuff is going to come out about his behind the scences antics while at the ragsAnd still fawned over by the seriously deluded fuckers who think the sun shines out of his arrogant arse.
Neil has written some very fine songs, too.Horses for courses mate, I prefer Neil fuckin' Sedaka :)
Not long after Munich, I was at a primary school in Salford. The headmaster (an avid rag), brought a portable telly into school so he (and the class) could watch United in a European Champions game which, for some reason, was broadcast live in the afternoon).I hear you. I really do. I never went through any of that. Too old, and living far away from Manchester at that point.
But given how cruel and what dickheads children can be, and how the pack mentality that characterises humans is sometimes particularly prominent among children (I'm seeing it to some extent with my granddaughter's primary school these days), I salute each and every blue who was aged between seven and, say, eighteen, between 1993 and 2009 or so. The shit that must have been handed out in secondary schools and even primary schools in the Greater Manchester area must have been wellnigh unbearable. Fisticuffs too, I imagine, from time to time.
In a pub, on holiday, or wherever, you can walk away from these cretins.
Well, I'm not a vindictive person by temperament, but they can have it back now — and in spades.
That said — and I have always said this — I have known rags from Manchester and around who were basically sound. Alright, they're cunts. But they're sound cunts. I have never yet met a Liverpool fan that I could have a normal conversation about football with.
Not long after Munich, I was at a primary school in Salford. The headmaster (an avid rag), brought a portable telly into school so he (and the class) could watch United in a European Champions game which, for some reason, was broadcast live in the afternoon).
Filing into the classroom, the head stopped me and asked why I, the only City fan, wanted to watch, "I want them to lose". I was sent to another, empty room, for the whole duration.
Mrs Vienna and her friend were watching the 1968 European Cup final at a youth club in Stretford with a load of rags.Not long after Munich, I was at a primary school in Salford. The headmaster (an avid rag), brought a portable telly into school so he (and the class) could watch United in a European Champions game which, for some reason, was broadcast live in the afternoon).
Filing into the classroom, the head stopped me and asked why I, the only City fan, wanted to watch, "I want them to lose". I was sent to another, empty room, for the whole duration.