Someone in a pub told me Etihad means United, so when I go to the game I refuse to look at any of the players or actively show them any support if I can see the front of their shirts - it makes me sick - I only look at the players who have their backs turned to me, and if they celebrate in my direction, I flick them the Vs and tell them where to shove their feigned enthusiasm - bloody turncoats don't understand the heritage of the Club. I now cheer on the opposition team if they score past Given, standing there with his bastard United shirt on - well at least they're not a bunch of closet Rags like our lot!
I'm such a huge blue that I still have to buy the replica kits, but I've covered the Etihad logo up with the Brother one from one of my son's old shirts from a few years back - I've not told him yet, but his Nan got him a Vodafone mobile for his last Birthday and he's still using it so he must be a Rag, so I don't care about the ungrateful little bastard any more. Yeah, he's only 6 and a half but I won't be talking to the dirty little shithouse again - bloody turncoat - he's just as bad as the players. Anyway, my shirt looks fucking gash now, but at least I can look myself in the mirror without wanting to throw up all over the place.