A goal up and a man light, there is a specific type of person required when the heat of a derby tumble dryer is dialled up that little bit higher. Certainly not a shrinker.
Probably the sort of person who might goad opposition supporters by cupping his ears and pulling a frankly ridiculously stupid face in a World Cup semi-final. That guy. The sort who craves and feeds off rival disdain.
The sort of guy who, after a 22-minute masterclass following Erling Haaland‘s disputed winner, might grin his way off the Old Trafford pitch when substituted. The sort of guy who will
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