and hardly feeling a thing. Very strange. Last night's result made my decision whether to go so hard, that I was not even that bothered when they scored. Of course I was when we did. Nice journey home stuffed in a packed train carriage with the ugly lot. No other Red in there with me. Got all the usual songs, Murderers, robbed your own fans, killed your own fans etc. But the strange thing was, I put my scarf back on, stared them down and smiled at them and one by one they stopped it. One big, 'ard ugly git with sweat pouring down his face was so shocked at the balls of a sole female in the carriage hearing all this that once he clocked me he could not look me in the eye. Nice little ditties about their rivals at WHU. Avram and Roman would have been delighted to hear that. Then a few Unionist ditties and they had run through the full gamut of utter ugliness. We did share a chorus of who the f*** are Man Utd though. Welcome to Moscow boys, Hope you get all you wished for and more