Bluemoon goes into Meltdown
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And it was packed to the rafter for a preseason match as well! Impressive stadium and crowd.
Yeah i guess City would have no issue filling that stadium with them controlling 80% of the greater Manc area and all
I hope this thread gets busy later today.
With quotes from Bluemoon, not discussion about anything else.
With quotes from Bluemoon, not discussion about anything else.
An example of the kind of clueless comments some of the posters put on BlueMoon
Unbelievable that one BlueMoon poster took the time to right tbis utter nonsence
And this
Unbelievable that one BlueMoon poster took the time to right tbis utter nonsence
And this
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Jesus wept. Is he alright? Think someone is taking it a bit too seriously.
First time ever reading a rather indicative Bluemoon post?
Indeed. That chap is actually in good spirits!
He’s defo a ‘glass half full’ bloke.
Ha I know, I should know better
They are absolute cretins.
Do yourself a favor & never enter the site. It is an absolute shambles, even for a lurker.
Makes RAWK seem as though Rhodes scholars created the forum & similar scholars are the posters.
Do yourself a favor & never enter the site. It is an absolute shambles, even for a lurker.
Makes RAWK seem as though Rhodes scholars created the forum & similar scholars are the posters.
I don't even understand the teamviewer thing tbh, thought they'd pulled out?
Unfortunately, those posters' fathers didn't.
They are the most bitter and twisted bunch. All the cheating success they've had and they still have a huge chip on their shoulder about United.
They have, it ends at the end of this season and the club were hardly going to agree a new sponsor before the takeover has gone through.
I think that's why they're OK with cheating. They hate United so much they'd rather cheat to win the league to stop anyone else from winning it. They're the only bunch that make Liverpool fans respectable.
Edit: I said this before they threw something at Lindelof. Only City fans could be called scum and then immediately prove it correct.
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That's a fair distance from Boston, yes. Too bad they played so poorly that day.
They've always had such an inferiority complex. I still remember their boasts about their massive floodlights at Maine Road.
Ffs
They've always had such an inferiority complex. I still remember their boasts about their massive floodlights at Maine Road.
Didn’t they also have the widest pitch in the land?
They've always had such an inferiority complex. I still remember their boasts about their massive floodlights at Maine Road.
Wasn't sure where to put this, but after the game yesterday the United fans en masse left the stadium, by the time we got out there was a number of City fans already leaving before they couldn't conceivably have lifted the cup yet, some with young kids too, I mean go to the cup final and leave without watching the team lift the trophy especially when you have kids and stuff I mean its a small thing but it stuck with me last night and into today
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They've always had such an inferiority complex. I still remember their boasts about their massive floodlights at Maine Road.
I saw a reply recently from some city fan to a tweet about United that asked "How big are their floodlights?" I didn't get it until now
Thought the same as well, we walked out a few minutes after the final whistle and by the time we were on Wembley way there were loads of blues around, it just feels all of this is wasted on them.
I saw a reply recently from some city fan to a tweet about United that asked "How big are their floodlights?" I didn't get it until now
Yes, I think I remember something about this. I know we used to call them the "massives" as a result of these ludicrous boasts.
Yes, I think I remember something about this. I know we used to call them the "massives" as a result of these ludicrous boasts.
Just went over onto Bluemoon for a mooch about.
At the start of every season, they have to create a new United thread. If they didn't do this, the rolling thread would be 100 thousand pages long. So they start a new one, so that people don't see how messed up in the head they are. The United thread is always at the top of the page, because half of them never leave it.
The thread is already 300 pages long and the season doesn't start for another 4 weeks. That really takes some dedication.
You can only admire the level of interest in everything United related that consumes their lives on a daily basis.
I suppose that most of them have gone too far down the road to turn back now, even after winning the treble, they are still riddled with it.
Twisted up inside.
Heh
At the start of every season, they have to create a new United thread. If they didn't do this, the rolling thread would be 100 thousand pages long. So they start a new one, so that people don't see how messed up in the head they are. The United thread is always at the top of the page, because half of them never leave it.
The thread is already 300 pages long and the season doesn't start for another 4 weeks. That really takes some dedication.
You can only admire the level of interest in everything United related that consumes their lives on a daily basis.
I suppose that most of them have gone too far down the road to turn back now, even after winning the treble, they are still riddled with it.
Twisted up inside.
Heh
To be fair, that might be because there's only like 7 posts per page on that forum. Dunno how people even use it
I just had a look and it's already reached 3,000 posts in less than a month! That's a pretty intense expression of bitterness. Compare that to 20K here over 13 years.
any mention of Mendy signing for french side Lorient just two days after having his acquittal for rape charges of two women???
No, Onana is a drugs cheat. No mention of Pep being caught twice. Or bringing the same Dr to Barcelona with him during their most successful period.
And I was there! Loved La Marca editing the aerial view making it look like there were a lot more Real fans. It was overwhelmingly United fans in red or white away kits and shirts. Was a pretty cool day.I'm not certain, but I think it was this one. Michigan. A crowd of 109,318 for a preseason!
Every time they click on a new page, the site creator gets paid via the advertising revenues. That is why he has limited it to 7 posts per page, because he gets more money every time they click on a new page and a new ad comes up.
His name is Ric, and he has actually sussed it all out, because he has a load of volunteer saddo's who moderate the site for him, while he does sweet FA. They get nowt, and the bluemoon minions just carry on click click clicking all day and Ric gets paid for it. Nice
Having read through a lot of the comments on that site its hard to believe that it actually gets moderated
I found this hilarious so I googled "Bluemoon ric" to see if it was true and the very top result was a tweet from him about United.
It's kind of sad. I hate Liverpool but its not why I support United. City fans (at least on that site) seem primarily to just hate United and aren't satisfied with being successful without complaining about United. Maybe they feel their success is hollow too?
Most of his twitter posts are about United, which kind of gives you the narrative behind bluemoon forum.
I enjoyed the Bluemoon parody thread from earlier this year.
Gabriel Djemba-Bebe said:
I love reading some of their made up stories about encounters with United fans
Coming up next on 'Things That Didn't Happen', we'll hear a City fan's tale about how a United fan approached him in Tesco being all smug about the 2-1 win. Needless to say, the City fan put him in his place by reminding him that City's net spend last summer was significantly lower than United's net spend... the United fan was then left gobsmacked as the City fan did 3 celebratory backflips and promptly left Tesco whilst receiving a round of applause from the entire supermarket.
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The story has to follow a certain criteria. The setting needs to be a really mundane, working class existence. For example...Gorton market, A bookies in Collyhurst or a factory in Audenshaw. The main protagonist is always just going about their own business, when they are suddenly confronted by an arm chair rag, in a full United kit. The rag blurts out a faux pas of cataclysmic proportions, and is suddenly put back into their place with hilarious consequences and with the full support of any other people who happen to be nearby. The altercation significantly improves their day.
"I was at the butchers, in Crumpsall, and this rag tw** was giving it the billy big bollix in his rag top. He's never been to a game in his life. The cockney cnut mouthed off that, "21 was coming", so I told him that ,"The only number 21 he's ever gonna see, is if he waits at the bus depo across the road! Should have seen his face, then he dropped his sausages and everyone cheered. I just walked down the street laughing to myself. Like a king."
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Bertie wrote
"Met this Rag at the bus stop this morning, he was wearing a full zebra kit, despite it snowing in Stockport. Had a big grin on face when he saw my City hat. I enquired if he had something to say. Turned out he wasn't even from Manchester, the cockney cnut. He said, "Manchester is red." I asked him if he could find Manchester on a map, and all the people at the bus stop starting laughing, then the bus came and he stepped into a massive puddle, and his zebra shorts fell down and everyone cheered, including the bus driver who drove off without letting him get on. Proper made my day it did."
Liked by Kaz7, LongsightM13, Prestwich Blue, Tolmies Hairdoo
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"I was in the gym, benchpressing 100kg as I always do, when some Rag walked over, tapped me on the shoulder and tried explaining to me that Rashford actually wasn't interfering with play. He thought he'd won the argument and walked over to the rowing machine to start his workout. Shortly afterwards, I started distracting him by jumping over the rowing machine, he took his earphones out and asked me 'what the hell are you doing?!'... I quipped back with: 'judging by your logic mate, I'm not interfering with what you're doing'. A group of guys around us burst into laughter and patted me on the back. 5 minutes later, the Rag left the gym out of embarrassment".
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"Was driving the fork lift at work, and the shift leader who is an armchair rag, put up this big MUFC flag up at the office window. He's never been to a match in his life, dunt even come from Manchester. He's from Warrington, near London. He was giving it the Billy Big Bollix in the canteen. He chirped up, "Have they found Haaland yet, he's been missing since Saturday." Quick as a flash I said, "How the fcuk would you know? The last time you set foot inside Old Trafford, Remi Moses was ankle deep in a swamp. And Martin Edwards was peeping under toilet cubicles." Everyone in the canteen cheered and he sloped off back to his office with his tail between his legs. Haven't seen him since."
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ancoats wrote,
"Was coming back from the vets with my racing pigeon, when this fat Rag in zebra trousers, was coming out of Maccy D's. He was inhaling a big mac, you should have seen the state of him. He looked at my pigeon and said summat, but I don't understand cockney, so I said to him, "I know you lot like your dodgy meat, but this is a 500 quid racing pigeon, so feck off back to London, and eat swamp rats, you fat cnut." Should have seen his face. Then he dropped his fries in a puddle and everyone cheered. Even my pigeon let out a whoop. I've been tugging away at myself ever since."
Liked by waspish, Kaz7, manimanc, Colin Bells boots, Spanish Bob
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I was leaving the Middleton branch of help for hero's, when to my amazement, right there in the mall was Bryan Robson and Fred the Red selling tickets for rags games, and he was practically giving them away for a couple of quid, most of it going into his own pocket for pints. I went over and said to him, "I know you spent most of your career on your arse, but I never thought you'd stoop this low." And no word of a lie, Fred the Red took his head off and it was Peter Schmeichel, and we all ended up having a scrap. Robson was done after one punch because his shoulder immediately dislocated, but Schmeichel kept lunging at me like a starfish, so I kicked him in the bollix and he went down like a sack of shit. I stood over him and said, "This is our city, you pig botherer, so feck off back to London, before I take my belt off." And I casually picked up my carrier bag of shopping, and walked over to the bookies and all the blokes in there cheered and gave me a pat on the back, because all of them are top blues like me. I even got a free bet out of it. Couldn't make it up!
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Gabriel Djemba-Bebe said:
I love reading some of their made up stories about encounters with United fans
Coming up next on 'Things That Didn't Happen', we'll hear a City fan's tale about how a United fan approached him in Tesco being all smug about the 2-1 win. Needless to say, the City fan put him in his place by reminding him that City's net spend last summer was significantly lower than United's net spend... the United fan was then left gobsmacked as the City fan did 3 celebratory backflips and promptly left Tesco whilst receiving a round of applause from the entire supermarket.
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The story has to follow a certain criteria. The setting needs to be a really mundane, working class existence. For example...Gorton market, A bookies in Collyhurst or a factory in Audenshaw. The main protagonist is always just going about their own business, when they are suddenly confronted by an arm chair rag, in a full United kit. The rag blurts out a faux pas of cataclysmic proportions, and is suddenly put back into their place with hilarious consequences and with the full support of any other people who happen to be nearby. The altercation significantly improves their day.
"I was at the butchers, in Crumpsall, and this rag tw** was giving it the billy big bollix in his rag top. He's never been to a game in his life. The cockney cnut mouthed off that, "21 was coming", so I told him that ,"The only number 21 he's ever gonna see, is if he waits at the bus depo across the road! Should have seen his face, then he dropped his sausages and everyone cheered. I just walked down the street laughing to myself. Like a king."
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Bertie wrote
"Met this Rag at the bus stop this morning, he was wearing a full zebra kit, despite it snowing in Stockport. Had a big grin on face when he saw my City hat. I enquired if he had something to say. Turned out he wasn't even from Manchester, the cockney cnut. He said, "Manchester is red." I asked him if he could find Manchester on a map, and all the people at the bus stop starting laughing, then the bus came and he stepped into a massive puddle, and his zebra shorts fell down and everyone cheered, including the bus driver who drove off without letting him get on. Proper made my day it did."
Liked by Kaz7, LongsightM13, Prestwich Blue, Tolmies Hairdoo
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"I was in the gym, benchpressing 100kg as I always do, when some Rag walked over, tapped me on the shoulder and tried explaining to me that Rashford actually wasn't interfering with play. He thought he'd won the argument and walked over to the rowing machine to start his workout. Shortly afterwards, I started distracting him by jumping over the rowing machine, he took his earphones out and asked me 'what the hell are you doing?!'... I quipped back with: 'judging by your logic mate, I'm not interfering with what you're doing'. A group of guys around us burst into laughter and patted me on the back. 5 minutes later, the Rag left the gym out of embarrassment".
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"Was driving the fork lift at work, and the shift leader who is an armchair rag, put up this big MUFC flag up at the office window. He's never been to a match in his life, dunt even come from Manchester. He's from Warrington, near London. He was giving it the Billy Big Bollix in the canteen. He chirped up, "Have they found Haaland yet, he's been missing since Saturday." Quick as a flash I said, "How the fcuk would you know? The last time you set foot inside Old Trafford, Remi Moses was ankle deep in a swamp. And Martin Edwards was peeping under toilet cubicles." Everyone in the canteen cheered and he sloped off back to his office with his tail between his legs. Haven't seen him since."
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ancoats wrote,
"Was coming back from the vets with my racing pigeon, when this fat Rag in zebra trousers, was coming out of Maccy D's. He was inhaling a big mac, you should have seen the state of him. He looked at my pigeon and said summat, but I don't understand cockney, so I said to him, "I know you lot like your dodgy meat, but this is a 500 quid racing pigeon, so feck off back to London, and eat swamp rats, you fat cnut." Should have seen his face. Then he dropped his fries in a puddle and everyone cheered. Even my pigeon let out a whoop. I've been tugging away at myself ever since."
Liked by waspish, Kaz7, manimanc, Colin Bells boots, Spanish Bob
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I was leaving the Middleton branch of help for hero's, when to my amazement, right there in the mall was Bryan Robson and Fred the Red selling tickets for rags games, and he was practically giving them away for a couple of quid, most of it going into his own pocket for pints. I went over and said to him, "I know you spent most of your career on your arse, but I never thought you'd stoop this low." And no word of a lie, Fred the Red took his head off and it was Peter Schmeichel, and we all ended up having a scrap. Robson was done after one punch because his shoulder immediately dislocated, but Schmeichel kept lunging at me like a starfish, so I kicked him in the bollix and he went down like a sack of shit. I stood over him and said, "This is our city, you pig botherer, so feck off back to London, before I take my belt off." And I casually picked up my carrier bag of shopping, and walked over to the bookies and all the blokes in there cheered and gave me a pat on the back, because all of them are top blues like me. I even got a free bet out of it. Couldn't make it up!
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I can't believe I missed those fake stories. RAWK does it too and sticks to the same formula.
Jesus man. The amount of shet you need to go thru in thay shitty 1990s site to get these content deserve a medal of valour in itself. Quality.I enjoyed the Bluemoon parody thread from earlier this year.
Gabriel Djemba-Bebe said:
I love reading some of their made up stories about encounters with United fans
Coming up next on 'Things That Didn't Happen', we'll hear a City fan's tale about how a United fan approached him in Tesco being all smug about the 2-1 win. Needless to say, the City fan put him in his place by reminding him that City's net spend last summer was significantly lower than United's net spend... the United fan was then left gobsmacked as the City fan did 3 celebratory backflips and promptly left Tesco whilst receiving a round of applause from the entire supermarket.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The story has to follow a certain criteria. The setting needs to be a really mundane, working class existence. For example...Gorton market, A bookies in Collyhurst or a factory in Audenshaw. The main protagonist is always just going about their own business, when they are suddenly confronted by an arm chair rag, in a full United kit. The rag blurts out a faux pas of cataclysmic proportions, and is suddenly put back into their place with hilarious consequences and with the full support of any other people who happen to be nearby. The altercation significantly improves their day.
"I was at the butchers, in Crumpsall, and this rag tw** was giving it the billy big bollix in his rag top. He's never been to a game in his life. The cockney cnut mouthed off that, "21 was coming", so I told him that ,"The only number 21 he's ever gonna see, is if he waits at the bus depo across the road! Should have seen his face, then he dropped his sausages and everyone cheered. I just walked down the street laughing to myself. Like a king."
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Bertie wrote
"Met this Rag at the bus stop this morning, he was wearing a full zebra kit, despite it snowing in Stockport. Had a big grin on face when he saw my City hat. I enquired if he had something to say. Turned out he wasn't even from Manchester, the cockney cnut. He said, "Manchester is red." I asked him if he could find Manchester on a map, and all the people at the bus stop starting laughing, then the bus came and he stepped into a massive puddle, and his zebra shorts fell down and everyone cheered, including the bus driver who drove off without letting him get on. Proper made my day it did."
Liked by Kaz7, LongsightM13, Prestwich Blue, Tolmies Hairdoo
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"I was in the gym, benchpressing 100kg as I always do, when some Rag walked over, tapped me on the shoulder and tried explaining to me that Rashford actually wasn't interfering with play. He thought he'd won the argument and walked over to the rowing machine to start his workout. Shortly afterwards, I started distracting him by jumping over the rowing machine, he took his earphones out and asked me 'what the hell are you doing?!'... I quipped back with: 'judging by your logic mate, I'm not interfering with what you're doing'. A group of guys around us burst into laughter and patted me on the back. 5 minutes later, the Rag left the gym out of embarrassment".
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"Was driving the fork lift at work, and the shift leader who is an armchair rag, put up this big MUFC flag up at the office window. He's never been to a match in his life, dunt even come from Manchester. He's from Warrington, near London. He was giving it the Billy Big Bollix in the canteen. He chirped up, "Have they found Haaland yet, he's been missing since Saturday." Quick as a flash I said, "How the fcuk would you know? The last time you set foot inside Old Trafford, Remi Moses was ankle deep in a swamp. And Martin Edwards was peeping under toilet cubicles." Everyone in the canteen cheered and he sloped off back to his office with his tail between his legs. Haven't seen him since."
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ancoats wrote,
"Was coming back from the vets with my racing pigeon, when this fat Rag in zebra trousers, was coming out of Maccy D's. He was inhaling a big mac, you should have seen the state of him. He looked at my pigeon and said summat, but I don't understand cockney, so I said to him, "I know you lot like your dodgy meat, but this is a 500 quid racing pigeon, so feck off back to London, and eat swamp rats, you fat cnut." Should have seen his face. Then he dropped his fries in a puddle and everyone cheered. Even my pigeon let out a whoop. I've been tugging away at myself ever since."
Liked by waspish, Kaz7, manimanc, Colin Bells boots, Spanish Bob
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I was leaving the Middleton branch of help for hero's, when to my amazement, right there in the mall was Bryan Robson and Fred the Red selling tickets for rags games, and he was practically giving them away for a couple of quid, most of it going into his own pocket for pints. I went over and said to him, "I know you spent most of your career on your arse, but I never thought you'd stoop this low." And no word of a lie, Fred the Red took his head off and it was Peter Schmeichel, and we all ended up having a scrap. Robson was done after one punch because his shoulder immediately dislocated, but Schmeichel kept lunging at me like a starfish, so I kicked him in the bollix and he went down like a sack of shit. I stood over him and said, "This is our city, you pig botherer, so feck off back to London, before I take my belt off." And I casually picked up my carrier bag of shopping, and walked over to the bookies and all the blokes in there cheered and gave me a pat on the back, because all of them are top blues like me. I even got a free bet out of it. Couldn't make it up!
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So this poster created a thread titled 'Disillusioned with Football £££'
One of the first replies was
One of the first replies was
So this poster created a thread titled 'Disillusioned with Football £££'
One of the first replies was