Just think of those long winter evenings to come, feet up in front of the telly watching the rags in a cup tie at home (of course), pleading for a penalty because they are losing 0-3 to a non-league club that most of us have never heard of. Think about the obscene amount of money the rags have thrown at the club in a desperate attempt to cling on to our coat tails. And snigger loudly when you see their latest megabucks signing being subbed again because he's turned out to be utter shite.
And when you see your raggy workmates the next day be sure to twist the knife in, viciously and ferociously: make the bastards suffer every time you see their horrendous faces wherever you are. Remember the Pisscan's words, remember that banner, and remember two-ton Shaw's recent 'stop it happening again' comment. Think of liver-killer Crerand sneering whenever we were mentioned, and then remember ratboy will be up in the commentators room, watching exactly what we are watching, his expensively assembled pub-team being mauled and torn apart by some part-timers.
Drink it in, you raggy spineless çunts who come on here and pretend you don't care about 'ickle Citeh, drink it in because there's a fucking site more of the same coming your way...