Right, I've got to get this off my chest.
I'm sick off all you spoilt brats whining about "Champions League" this and "Champions League" that. I for one was hoping Man City would beat Totty Hotsperms yesterday to give us a better chance at the Europa spot.
You're like a kid at Christmas. Not a nice kid either. Earlier in the year you knew the family was struggling. To be honest, the cupboard was bare and it looked odds on there would be no money for Xmas pressies. We were close to having to move out of our place and into a council estate.
Then things start looking up. Dad got a new job.
The big day rolls around, and what's this? Dad has worked a minor miracle and got us tickets to Disneyland!
Of course, you burst into tears. Disneyland? You wanted to go to DisneyWORLD! It' bigger, there's more stars and more to do. Fucking brat.
Man up, wipe your eyes and your snotty nose and be greatful. Lots of kids are going without. Be grateful for what Dad got us.
We'll go to Disneyworld next year.