Manchester City FC are like the roughest old tart in the roughest, grimiest part of town who has won the lottery. No matter how many millions won in the rollover they still have no class, every social disease known to man and the manners and decency of a skunk.
Last night at Blackburn they were singing: "Who put the ball in the Munich's net?" at their overpaid chav mercenary who scored the winning goal in the FA Cup semi final against United. Not just a handful of them, but the couple of thousand almost to a man, who bothered to turn up. Note, not the 100,000 who claim to have been at Ewood Park when they were promoted a few seasons ago.
Did the Arabs who bought the old scrubber realise what a shabby, vile, nasty bunch of misfits came with their purchase of the footballing tart known as Manchester City I wonder?
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