Got a text Saturday, literally a minute after the Everton fiasco, from a rag "mate"
"We got our trophey back number 20 city good champs ah ah"
At least after winning it 20 times you would have thought he could spell "trophy"
I replied with "yawn", because I was too pissed off at the time to care what "they" thought.
But fook, I wish I'd have gone to town on him!!
Biding my time, because in the bigger picture, we are better suited for success than they are.
But, racking my brain with what I could text him in the meantime (without sounding petty) because the more I think about it, the more it pisses me off.
My days, I fookin hate that lot, so much!!