"Also F**k Ushited can't stand the bastrads."
Thought of Clockwork Orange when I read this.
Then found this:
In all his writing Burgess mentions attending a football match only once, in his autobiography Little Wilson and Big God (1987). His only memory of having been taken by his uncle, Jack Tollitt, to Maine Road to see Manchester City play in 1928 was the ‘passion and obscenity’ during discussion of the game that he mentions above. ‘[Jack Tollitt] incautiously said: ‘McCabe is the best centre-forward playing anywhere.’ There was a derisory and even bitter response of feck off, is he feckin’ hell, what the feck does this fecker think he feckin’ knows about it? the answer being feck all. I was now familiar with the word in all its declensions.’