I'm a bitter, resentful, sour old bastard with a permanent grimace etched into my antiquated face, so as far as I'm concerned the rags never won anything - they had everything given to them.
Money, corruption, managerial eunuchs in the opposition dugout: a combination that Gill and that subhuman Glaswegian gargoyle took swift advantage of in order to dominate the Premier league whilst it was still in its infancy.
Never, all the while my vital organs are functioning correctly, will I afford that bastard excuse for a club even a soupçon of respect.