Originally Posted by
57vintage
I grew up in a town with hunners of huns, so I've always despised the cnuts.
I first saw them in a midweek game in Jan 67, possible the week before Berwick fuucked them, and they hacked and cheated to a 2-1 win via two George McLean goals after Davie Johnston had put us ahead.
The hatred really began in the 70s though, when they would take over the city from mid-morning, wreck pubs, and generally be cnuts, before wrecking every town on the way south before they were by-passed. Their political proclivities were also, and remain, abhorrent.
Even during the golden period of the 80s when the vicTims were our main competitive rivals, those manky bigoted Neanderthal baastards were the ones I hated more. The March 1979 League Cup final (forget the December one, Jute cnuts) was a defining moment though. If you read Michael Grant's Fergie Rises, the "Doug Rougvie is innocent " chapter tells all, and includes a transcript of the Fergie Green Final column from the following week which I found for him in the Central Lebry.
Did I mention that I reserve a special burning vitriolic acidic hatred for them and everything they stand for?