Fools from the UK whose entire self-worth is derived from their favourite football team. They barely care about their own
children half the time, if at all, but
will become enraged at the idea of a European Super League. A barely legible regional accent, a
football scarf, and the latest £150 Nike Air
Max bubble trainers that don't last ten minutes is compulsory. Often seen in the safety of herds of its own species shouting Fuck Off You're Going Down at the opposing team, its fans, old ladies in Lidl car parks, or whoever else walks by them in Butlins/Pontins/Benidorm. Pay attention and you'll see the older fatter ones who are too unfit to cause much trouble egging on the younger more impressionable ones to cause it for them by proxy. If they have a garden garden it is likely covered in rubbish and shredded plastic toys that were chewed to bits by pitbulls. They think the 5G phone network is a
government psyop and that university is a myth. More recently they have been spotted standing around outside
football stadiums looking upset, holding hand-written signs saying things like, 'i luvs me futball i do', 'i luv futty more than me own kids innit', '5G made me do it', 'im a gud dad me like', 'i wont pay child support but i
will pay 700 quid for a limited edition pair of trainers', 'me pitbull george best ate
5 of are kids but as long as man u is still in the premiership im appy like', etc etc.
