ADE said:In one of those Father son moments my youngest has just asked why do We support City.
For me its easy I'm a glory Hunter.
Way back as a young lad of 5 in 76 I swayed between the path of righteousness and the dark side. I clearly remember watching City win the league cup (on the Sunday) and cheering them on, equally as United got to the FA cup final in May I so wanted them to win.
I remember after they lost thinking "fuck this for a lark" I'm supporting a team that wins things. (its fair to say I may not at 5 really have been thinking fuck this for a lark).
From that day on I was a Blue...
So why do you follow the blue shirted heroes.
After reading this, I have considered my options, and I have come to the conclusion that my wife is a minger, my children are horrible, ugly, and spiteful, my dog hates me, I am a failure at work, my life is a bag of shit, and the only thing that has kept me sane over the last 20 years or so is City.
I don't want success, I want failure, then the only people who will really, truely love me are opposition fans who love liddle ciddy.
I am lonely and desperate, and I love being the underdog. I hate City now. I'm going off to watch united, who, hopefully, will fulfill me as much as watching City these last few decades.
So it's Good Bye plastic classless City, hello fallen heroes. At least united will love me so much I will receive a Christmas card off them, which is more love than I ever got off City!
Now then, where's me Prozac?