Win, lose, draw - even if they're not playing, I fucking despise everything about the rags...and always will do. Even death will not stop me from hating those bastards. When I'm long since dead I shall hover about like an ethereal will 'o the wisp still despising them. From the Pisscan, Gill, Comb-over, Crerand, Bryan Riggs, Beckscum, ****ona, right down to a single blade of grass on their training pitch, I have nothing but hatred for them and their kind.
Loathing the rags (and all that is associated with them) is a part of my molecular structure. It's in my DNA, and it's genetically encoded within me so that I will pass on my intense hatred to my future offspring. In many many years from now my grandchildren's grandchildren will thank me for the legacy I will have left them. A legacy of pure, 100% sheer fucking hatred for the rags.