I only hate the one team - and it certainly isn't an irrational hatred.
My hatred of the rags is wholly logical and based entirely upon the many many years of their cheating, dirty tactics. The diving, the kicking, the punching of any opposition player in order to gain an advantage. The foul-mouthed rantings at the officials from both players and manager. The total inability of the English media to print anything slightly negative about the club, the apparent reluctance of Sky Television to stand up to that bullying bastard and remind him just who pulls the strings.
The gutless officials at the FA who prefer to turn a blind eye to any and all 'discretions' by rag players and staff, and yet the swift and brutal treatment of any other club or player who dares to step out of line is akin to a f*****g witch hunt.
I detest the phoney fair-weather fans who latched onto the club because of the massive media attention. The same fans who will never ever talk in general terms about the game of football, they will only ever want to talk about what the rags have won and what anybody else has won in comparison (except, of course, Liverpool. Plastic rags seem strangely quiet when the subject of trophies comes up and the Dippers are mentioned).
I absolutely f*****g hate the rags with a burning passion that will never ever diminish, regardless of what success may be just around the corner for City.
Time will never heal the massive injustice those bastards have been dealing the game of football for the past 23 years.
And when I'm a senile old man shuffling about in the squalor of my council flat, reeking of stale piss and Old Holborn, I'll still be able to look at my gnarled old reflection in the mirror and thank the Lord that I devoted my entire life to supporting Manchester City F.C.
