Bluemoon goes into Meltdown

Ok, who has been coaching Zlatan? I just saw a brief interview on SSN and he managed to drop the word "massive" in about 4 times :lol:
 
The stories they create, my goodness.

They're always 'challenging' 'rags' everywhere. Has anyone on here ever come across a city fan who's challenged them in the manor they go on about?

But I thought they all lived in Manchester? :confused:
 
They're just a bunch of petty cnuts. fecking making up stories about United fans starting fights at pubs. How about they get a life and stop being so obsessed? :rolleyes:
 
The story is complete & utter bollocks, absolutely no trouble in that pub last night, bunch of my old drinking mates were in there (used to be one of my haunts when I lived there).
 
The microphone ragspiracy strikes again:

Sounds like the rags have about 30 fans there and Sky have strategically positioned the microphone right in front of them.

Even the fecking editors are in on it:

Volume on rags turned up again sad ****s.

The pressbox are also a part of it:

Match abandoned due to Tsunami of Cum streaming from the press box.

Oh, the ref's are back in our favour:

Diving ****. Ignored by ref. Reily has got his men on willful blindness training for the rags. Same old...

Also Sky are impartial for not spotting the obvious luck behind Zlatan's strike:

No mention of luck by Smith and Sky though.

Here we have a proper 'ard man on Bluemoon, getting them Kaka tats out:

Just bumped into 6 plastics, one cheeky fecker asked me if I was a rag, I took umbrage to this and got my tats out, went on to tell me they wouldn't beat me up, they like odds of 6-100 told them I liked 6-1 more :-) they fecked off
 
The microphone ragspiracy strikes again:



Even the fecking editors are in on it:



The pressbox are also a part of it:



Oh, the ref's are back in our favour:



Also Sky are impartial for not spotting the obvious luck behind Zlatan's strike:



Here we have a proper 'ard man on Bluemoon, getting them Kaka tats out:

This post is just blue moon in a nutshell.
 
The microphone ragspiracy strikes again:



Even the fecking editors are in on it:



The pressbox are also a part of it:



Oh, the ref's are back in our favour:



Also Sky are impartial for not spotting the obvious luck behind Zlatan's strike:



Here we have a proper 'ard man on Bluemoon, getting them Kaka tats out:

I met a City fan on Thursday.

I didn't even bother talking to him, I just head butted him into the stratosphere.
 
Here we have a proper 'ard man on Bluemoon, getting them Kaka tats out:
Just bumped into 6 plastics, one cheeky fecker asked me if I was a rag, I took umbrage to this and got my tats out, went on to tell me they wouldn't beat me up, they like odds of 6-100 told them I liked 6-1 more :-) they fecked off
"... an' then Rachel Riley came up and told me she's secretly a blue, did I want a blowy, but I said nah, my bird's well fitter innit."

"after that Pep bought me a pint and I gave him a blowy."
 
I met a City fan on Thursday.

I didn't even bother talking to him, I just head butted him into the stratosphere.

The funniest part of that comment is when you said you met a City fan.

They are extremely rare. You must be a liar.
 
I don't even know what the hard-man tall-tale is supposed to mean. He shows 6 guys some tattoos and the 6 plastic cnut rag cnuts quiver and leg it.

"He's right, they beat us 6-1 five years ago, and he's got tattoos. We better scarper, lads"
 
The funniest part of that comment is when you said you met a City fan.

They are extremely rare. You must be a liar.

You are right, it was TWO city fans, I one inch punched the other one in the thorax and he ended up in hospital with a collapsed lung and a shattered breastbone.

But I didn't want to mention that in case someone thought I was making it up.
 
Its funny because i met 5000 city fans on the bus the other night, the were all painted blue, had blue hair and refused to get off at the bus stop because it had a red seat.

I was proper scared. They all had tattoos...ok City was spelt wrong, but still it was right scary.
 
I once met twenty city fans and they asked if I was a rag so I pulled my cock out and they said they liked odds smaller than 2 inches so I said so does your mum and then they fecked off.
 
The stuff about microphones being turned up is them in a nutshell. Pathetic tossers. They still struggling to get over the fact they're not even in the top 5 biggest clubs in the prem?

Claiming Ibra's goal was piss easy to save, however if Nolito had scored it yesterday they'd have been right up his arse.
 
Its funny because i met 5000 city fans on the bus the other night, the were all painted blue, had blue hair and refused to get off at the bus stop because it had a red seat.

I was proper scared. They all had tattoos...ok City was spelt wrong, but still it was right scary.
That's what happens when a rush job is needed to cover a Leeds tattoo.
 
I once met twenty city fans and they asked if I was a rag so I pulled my cock out and they said they liked odds smaller than 2 inches so I said so does your mum and then they fecked off.
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He's black and plays in defence. That's all that lot need to make comparisons.

After all Paul Pogba is the new Carlton Palmer, or something.
 
Bailly is exactly like Mangala.

..in a world where Mangala can defend, distribute and not be a walking calamity, that is.
 
I thought I saw 50 city fans in Ikea. Turns out I was in the plastic seat section of the store...
 
I simply can't understand how all you Manchester residing rags even survive your daily lives, with so many City 'ard men around:

I used to laugh and think it a bit OTT when I'd read on here Blues not having rag mates, but I'm actually beginning to see why now, they've been quiet for a few years on my facebook page and now, all of a sudden, the gobshites have crawled out from under their rock, so I've unfollowed the irritating insufferable sad little ****s, I've had to, there's a real temptation to bury a 20lb lump hammer into their skulls, then brand their faces with a hot iron (on full steam).