Fuck You, Manchester!

It's always good to see The Fucking Scum Cunts (otherwise known as Manchester United) get fucked by their biggest rivals and booted out of the FA Cup.

This afternoon saw Liverpool beat them 2-1 at home in the fourth round of the FA Cup, and I, for one, couldn't have been happier about it.

Anyone would've thought I was watching Arsenal when I jumped up and celebrated Agger's goal twenty minutes into the first half. My sister, brother in law and a multitude of close friends are Liverpool fans, and I was more than happy for every single one of them - not to mention my own personal vendetta against the detestable Manchester side that I've loathed for almost my entire time on this planet.

I threw out a few expletives at the equaliser, but fortunately Kuyt's winning strike at eighty seven minutes finalised it and booted The Fucking Scum Cunts straight out of the competition.

The only thing they have left to play for this season is the Premiership title, and personally I'd much rather The Chavs or Shitty win that than them, any day! Not The Yids though - that's one step too far, but as equally likely as Johnny Depp strolling into my flat and proclaiming his heart and millions to me.

Not only do I feel satisfaction in The Fucking Scum Cunt's loss as a team, but I also revel in the disappointment of the cocky as hell wanker fans, a few of whom I personally know, and one of whom I used to work with. I can picture her distraught, bitching, wobbling face. After sitting opposite it for twelve months and listening to her cocky, chavvy, scummy "United" talk, I'm quite frankly gutted to fuck that I can't laugh right in it on Monday morning.

It's actually unlike me to rub peoples' noses in football results. As a gooner I'm well used to disappointment and hate it when it's done to me, but after the 8-2 result a while back and the shit I had to endure at the time, I'd happily dish it out in vast quantity, especially given that they lost to Liverpool.

I bet that hurt.

Besides all of that, it's really all about tomorrow. We have Aston Villa to play at 4pm, and of course that's the most important result for me.

For the remainder of this evening however, I shall celebrate the disappointment of a species that I abhor and finish in a very ladylike manner with the following:

Fuck you, you fucking bunch of scum Manc cunts.

I love to see you fall.