I was on the train coming back to Manchester on Friday night and there was a demented old biddy on there across from me, droning on at great volume to the poor people around her, bragging about her daughter who works in London, etc, etc. You know the type.
Next she pipes up about there being no football the next day, her and her husband being season ticket holders at the swamp.
The Cockney couple sat opposite saw their chance and moved in for the kill, winding her up for the last half an hour of the journey, taking the piss about the 6-1. They weren't even City fans but had clearly seen the game and had enough of her, saying things like "United will probably never beat City again" and "Mario Balotelli is the biggest star now, not Rooney after what he's been up to."
Her responses were priceless.
"That Balotelli is a terrible role model for children."
"That game was a fluke, it was their cup final."
She finally shut up and stared out the window in frosty silence when the bloke said "Didn't City beat United in the cup final? No, it was the semi final, I knew it was at Wembley."
The whole of football will revel in their demise.