All joking aside, there has been such a cataclysmic shift between us and the rags that it's sometimes difficult to comprehend the size and the depth of the chasm that has appeared between the two clubs.
We all know how, why and who is responsible for our meteoric rise of course - the Sheikh. He turned us from mid-table also-rans to arguably the best club in the world: all in such a short space of time that I still have to pinch myself to check that it's all really happened.
Then look at the contrast between us and the vermin at the swamp. Saddled with a debt they realistically have no chance of ever clearing, playing in a stadium that is like something out of a 1950's lower league ground: being assisted by a sycophantic media and a supporters club that calls itself PGMOL. Employing (and subsequently firing) a string of lamentably incompetent mega-expensive managers, and a playing staff of sub-standard misfits each one earning somewhere around £350,000 per week.
As I say, we know how our fortunes changed for the better, and we know how and why their rapid descent began - an utterly obnoxious Glaswegian despot and a horse called Rock of Gibraltar.