The entitlement just pours off them. In a group chat with some old work colleagues, including one other blue and one red. The red spits his dummy all the time at any loss or dropped points, the amount of times he's claimed he's no longer into football is in three digits at least. Only to come back from under the (wet) bed sheets when they get a big win, chatting utter wham.
The one who watches alone and has clearly never watched football prior to the last CL triumph has a very punchable face


