I'm a little ashamed to admit it, but living in the deepest, darkest depths of south Wales, I'm surrounded by them. Best friends, cousins, colleagues- all plastics who have never been to a game and claim to know everything about football- the sport that was invented in 1992. They drive me insane. It's because of this and through 15 years of taking dogs abuse that I just tell them they will hammer us as per usual. I just can't cope with their excuse for 'banter.' Football fans? Yeah right. It kills me but we just haven't showed up for the game for way too many years. Literally, my blood boils at the thought of them this afternoon. COME ON YOU BLUES, FOR ONCE!!!!