“Two, four, six, eight; who do we appreciate?”
“United” was the answer you were meant to shout. United; they’d appreciate united.
Then “One, two, three and a quarter; who do we want to slaughter?”
The answer to that one was “City.”
United wore red, and City wore blue—ManU the good guys; City ever bad, or so she thought.
The trouble was, they're just words; she never understood which one was which. One Catholic team, one Protestant; one appreciated, the other one set for slaughter.
“Two, four, six, eight...”
“What comes next little sister?”
Oh brother, how Lizzy hated eight.