I'd just like to tell you all that Manchester has been invaded by hoards of hooting, drunken Scottish people today, because Rangers are playing some fucking russian team at the City stadium tonight.
Stupid football, stupid supporters.
Getting out of Manchester city centre on the train today was like the end of Half Life: Episode 1. I managed to surge through the masses and jump on a train and watch as it pulled away, the city blowing up behind me.
Jesus fucking christ, the centre of Manchester looks like a bomb has hit it. There is rubbish absolutely everywhere, bottles down every street, broken glass everywhere. The train station is covered in a layer of filth and mess and anything not nailed down has been thrown around by these fucking cunting scottish fuckfaces.
I'm glad they lost, I'm glad the big screen failed. I want them going home miserable and, preferably, on fire. Fuck me, I hate football.
Fucking cunting wankers, hundreds of the bastards were slumped all around the station, many of them still drinking. I'm informed by the nice lady who served me my coffee this morning that they'd already been cleaning for hours, and it was so much worse at 5am this morning. She also mentioned some nice Rangers fan had shit in a lift. SHIT IN A LIFT.
The sooner they fuck off back up North the better, I say. I got given change in Scottish notes today. Fuck off with your scottish notes. If I want a scottish tenner I'll go to fucking scotland you fucking fucks.
I am mildly displeased at it all.