I think it was the Poet Laurete who summed up my feelings, if I remember correctly he was doing a recital for the queen when he said...
I had the wings if a sparrow
And I had the arse of a crow
I'd fly over old trafford tomorrow
And shit on the buggers below
I had the wings if a sparrow
And I had the arse of a crow
I'd fly over old trafford tomorrow
And shit on the buggers below