I think sometimes that we're too lenient with these cunts, way too lenient. Sure, we take the piss, we give them stick, but it's done in good faith, and it shouldn't be: we are at war with these bastards and we have been since that piss-soaked despot started putting the boot in on us when we were at our lowest ebb. Think about that banner, think about their fans cheering on 'Keano, Keano' when he deliberately set out to end Erlings dad's career. Think about the money the club gave to Cuntona and his entourage instead of the families of those who perished in the Munich disaster. Think about selling rancid, putrid meat to young school kids in order to make a profit. Think about the Pisscan bullying and cajoling referees and linesmen until they come round to his way of thinking, or about him 'persuading' certain other football managers into removing their on-loan players from a club that had recently sacked his son because he wasn't up to the job, or forcing rag players to sign up to another of his sons' owb sporting agency so that said son can pocket 10% of millions and millions of pounds from every new recruit.
This is a club that has named a stand after that very same drunken bully who oversaw the making and the maintenance of that banner, the same excuse of a man who who called our club 'small minded' and stated we'd never be successful 'in his lifetime.'
No, fuck the bantz, fuck the friendly rivalry, it's not a laughing matter, we should destroy those poisonous cunts at every chance we get. No let ups, no easing off the throttle, just the violent destruction of an enemy that would do the very same to us were the positions reversed.
