The thought of sitting through a full 90 minutes listening to two ordinary fans talking shit chills my blood, but when you condense it down to five minutes of one fan screaming in the other’s face, in a tiny studio, then I can’t get enough.
Best bit: the United fan asking “Who’s that coming on?” when David Ngog is brought on. Ah… I think you know who he is now.
Oh, and the bit where the United fan’s voice goes all squeaky with indignation when Jamie Carragher brings down Michael Owen and only gets a yellow card: “He’s gotta go! He’s clean through!”