Vital Manchester City regular, BlueWolfie sent us the following:
I find myself a little confused, and somewhat disturbed (more so than normal, I mean). As a (virtually) life-long City fan, I detest Manchester United; it is expected of me. I understand that and I am more than quite happy with it.
But let’s take Wayne Rooney for example, I know virtually nothing about the man – and neither do I care about knowing anything either. Good player? Yes. Goal scorer? Yes. Total and utter git? Oh, definitely. But no sooner does he put on an England shirt, and I sit there awaiting with baited breath for him to receive a beautiful through ball (hopefully from a City player, because that’s always nice), that he then latches onto, and promptly puts it in the back of the opposing net.
See what I am getting at here? It’s not him personally, it’s the United shirt, the club, the fans, and the bull-crap statements that he and the club makes.
I want to see him and them fail on an apocalyptic scale, where women and children are crying, and cats and dogs are mating. However, as I said, swap his shirt to that of the Three Lions, and my position changes somewhat. But not to the extent that I would consider having a replica England shirt, with his name on the back. Which of course, brings me back around to the beginning of this article, in that I am confused and disturbed.
Do I need help? Quite possibly so, but then it doesn’t keep me up at night, so I reckon I’ll be okay.
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