I agree.
Who gives a toss who wins the league, anyway. I'm red-buttoning the blue shite.
I've got a bottle of Veuve Clicquot in the fridge. If they go down, the Mrs and I are going to be guzzling that in the garden later, before retiring upstairs Chez Brummie for a prolonged bout of "the shit have gone down" celebratory sex.
Oh yes.