No one does it better than the British, not the lower classes like football fans but the upper classes who have Butlers, play Croquet, and have cooks.

Only in Britain can a population of 65 million or whatever can appoint someone like Starmer as da boss, it shows class, education, knowledge, intelligence is very rare indeed.

And it shows at the Abbey Stadium, how can people turn up to watch that? do they not have a playstation, sky tv at home? That they suffer financial loss, coldness, discomfort, have you sat in the main stand recently, or gone to the water closet, or as the standard united fan would say.....the bog?

Indeed, when a united fan watches tv, it will be to watch zander, that celebrated man, spouting the same script over and over on Pointless.

And clothes, a United scarf is preferable, covering up the tesco store clothes underneath.

And the neck tatoos, face tattoos, hand tattoos. A scarf is not enough though for jurrassic monsters with hign cholesterol, blood clots forming, bellys like jutting cliffs, all created by cheap takeaway food .....daily.

Grotesque is the word, these persons attend, that it must be that many took advice to attend, and followed it, even though it is a thankless task, costing in time and money....

for the working class anyway.

And of ladies, can they be described as such standing on the terraces without a pink gin in hand? and wearing jeans rather than something floral.

What reputable company resides in the Habbin?, indeed, hair styles are commented on, and when i was part of the working class, in the Habbin many a sharp word was promulgated, towards my own players as well.

Them especially.

I have risen in class, to stand in the Habbin, or in the Stadium is beneth me, that i wont be herded like a cow, fed expensive poison, drink water that is sold as tea. I would never invite a Cambridge fan to tea, or if i did, a butler would set off a fire alarm so i could run.

If we talked, the topic of conversation would be zander Armstong, his husband, trans rights, Keir Starmer and the beastly Tories.

I have transcended such primary school nonsense, i would be silent, smiling, looking at the clock, saying have you had enough. I may even slump forwards, hitting my head.

I do anyway listening to Labour politicians. And so too the wooden spoon game, rage will break out when United are mathematically relegated, it could happen saturday. Imagine this.

Putting in a bit of money, as per Barry.

And getting that.


HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

Opps, my working class roots are showing.