Had the misfortune of getting off the tram with dozens of the gobby pricks for the last game, with the Mrs. We were quite late and walked amongst them as we made our way to the South Stand. They wouldn't stop giving the absolute shite they spout at City fans. Now, my mrs, a feisty one at the best of times, gave them as good as we got which didn't go down too well and it got a bit heated. A couple of them got a bit too close to her so I had to "politely" ask them to fuck off. I got the usual arms out, chair throwing cock conkers, but stood my ground, thinking to myself, keep it going lads we'll be at Entrance P in 2 minutes and you won't be so fucking gobby then. Gets round to P, no fucker queuing, no late arrivals, an empty space greeted us. The Mrs was having a face to face row with a human European Cup and we had no back up. Just as she got to another rousing rendition of "fuck off you Brummie cunts" I collared her and made a sharp exit into 116.
Moral of the story?
There ain't one, but they are a bunch of cunts.
And we won the league so shove that up yer bull ring.