Drink it in, chaps. Drink it in.
A change in fortunes for us is (hopefully) on the horizon, the rags lurch from one domestic crisis to another, billions and billions of pounds in debt, a side full of overpaid Championship-level prima-donnas who couldn't give a fuck if they win or lose as long as they pick up their 300k (basic wage) packet, playing in a third-rate stadium that is crumbling around their ears even as we speak, and a changing room where the occupants would rather kill one another than even adapt a charade of friendship/cameraderie.
We are where we are despite the contentious refereeing decisions we've had to suffer, the rags are where they are because of questionable refereeing decisions.
Enjoy the festive period, Blues. Enjoy finally being in a position where we can justifiably look down at the 'not-in-my-lifetime' polystyrene club with a disdainful sneer and a withering comment - or two. Enjoy it.