zoe!
how on earth does a yorkshire lass cope in
brizol?
pazneps!
actually a very good friend of mine is a bristolian
lass (rovers!) and she coped for many a long year in sunderland!
'eyer! oy an amma ower eyer!' - 'excuse
me, could you pass me a hammer?'
'eyer, wheys keys is theys keys?' - 'i say,
to whom do these keys belong'
in sunderland the speak 'mack'em', the lads have
little 'taches and wear matching ben sherman shirts and burberry baseball caps,
follow an unfortunate footie team and have quite possibly the dullest and most
inane football songs which they bleat out on the terraces.
obviously newcastle's:
'toon army! toon army! toon
army! toon army! toon army! toon army! toon army!
toon army! toon army! toon army! toon army! toon
army! toon army! toon army! toon army! toon army!
toon army! toon army! toon army! toon army! toon
army! toon army! toon army! toon army! toon army!
toon army! toon army! '
is far more sophisticated in both lyrical and
melodic content!
alan 'your going home in an organised supporters
club coach!' bowman
(a favourite from my childhood holidays at pontins
holiday camp during the summer football tournament -
"We had joy we had fun,
we had Stoke on the run.
But the joy didn't last,
'Cos the [EMAIL PROTECTED]ยง ran
too fast!)
sorry sol!
How about chants for a Fluxball
match??
