Fuck em.
Apart from me and my old man my family are reds. When he took me to my first game in the 1986 season we won and I said; "This happens every week." The lying bastard!
I won a tenner at Maine road because my rag uncle put a pound bet on for me at Maine Rd for first scorer in the 5-1.
That was a highlight. Along with spanking Leeds 4-0. Yet they still won the title before football was born.
Living in Nottingham I saw us regularly humiliated by Forest. The Jason Lee Hat Trick after Brightwell sent off hurt. But I laughed at City fans singing Que Sera Sera what ever will be will be be. We're going to Grimsby. Followed by Alan Ball is a football genius.
Throughout that time the family rags would patronise me. I remember my cousin's laughing after the Anelka goal at the swamp was ruled out for handball.
When we beat the fuckers to the title in 2012. One of cousins sent me a test saying "Come on let's have it.' I replied with one word "Dignity."
We're not those cunts on or off the pitch.
2012 still hurts them. Their entitlement always shows. The rags argue they are suffering. Get Fucked!
Us blues and have been through the depth of hell and come out the other side stronger. They've had all the help that we've never had. Yet we're top dog now. They would have accepted it if it was the dippers. Payback is a woman. As blues we can have our jokes at their expense but we're grounded. We won't give the cunts what they gave us because we're better than they are. And deep down the fuckers know it.
