While all the hysterical comedy #TopReds are congratulating themselves all over social media for being oh so edgy and hard, deep down they know one thing. NONE of this would be happening if City weren’t outclassing them as a team and as a club, on the pitch and off it. Make no mistake, we have broken them. They are done. Nine years since 93:20 is all it took for them to invade their own stadium, terrorise their own staff, fight with the police, wear fucking zebra pants on national television and to make an embarrassment of themselves in front of the watching world and for what? To sing nursery rhymes about City and to lash out like spoiled manbabies, just because the entitlement that fed their feeble egos and gave some sort of justification to their hollow lives when they were on top was suddenly snatched away. Because they were terrified ANOTHER City title might be won by their own players bottling it at their dilapidated shithole.
What a time to be a Bert. Watch it, drink it in...