You're probably right, mate. But I despise that bastard of a club so much that I enjoy spewing my vitriol about them - anywhere and everywhere I can!
You see, I'm well practised in the art of turning any conversation into a hate-filled rag rant. For example, if someone offers me a cup of tea I'll twist it round to: "Cup? What are you talking about? Those bastards were given the FA Cup by one of their favourite ref's...Don't talk to me about cups!". Or if someone mentions the weather I'll probably say" Rain? Or rein, as in King Louis 1V of France? And speaking of Louis, that melted-faced Dutch wanker who was at the swamp is a ****".
In fact, I might go on 'Mastermind'. Any question John Humphrys puts to me I'll turn into another venom-filled tirade against that loathsome, detestable excuse for a football club.
Glass trophy here I come...(speaking of glass, I'd like to ram a broken bottle up GPC's anal cavity!!).