Sorry to say my Uncle Graham is a southern rag ****. Has a big fat house in Tunbridge Wells. To his credit he used to be a perm fixture at old trafford with my aunt nearly divorcing him because he went to a match over her sisters wedding xD This chap used to be around when people went to watch both teams though due to the alternation of home and away, just got a sweet job in the city. My father and uncle Graham could often be found at main road with a paper under their arm and a pie in their belly even though they are red to the core, filthy fuckers.