bobbydazzla

I wouldn’t trust the fucker to wank my dog at this point.

Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but rising every time we fall

Stephen Wanckor

And I forgot to mention shite fucking double size LED’s Cunts

Wolves Shite fucking kit Shite fucking manager Shite fucking ground Shite fucking pyro Shite fucking club Will be delighted to see them flush like the stinking orange turds they are

That must of been when I went to the bar for a bottle of water, but ended up being stood at the counter for 15 mins whilst the lass serving tried to work out how to process the card payment of the bloke in front of me in the queue

Barely heard a peep out of the people around me all game, apart from when they sang their hearts out for MDubz

He deffo didn’t when he read them out about 10 mins before kick off. I remember thinking thank fuck he’s ditched it Then Bruno scored and he did it and my fury was palpable.

DJ Onedek didn’t do Brunooooooo when he announced the teams on Sat. And I thought thank for that, maybe he’s finally realised that it’s cringe as fuck. Then Bruno scored and as he announced the goals he just couldn’t resist doing it could he. The cheesy bell whiff.

No. They play Blitzkrieg Bop, Hey Jude, Local Hero and a shit version of the Blaydon Races. Sometimes they’ll play a version of Thunderstruck that has had “toon toon” shoehorned into it. It’s ear rape.

What’s Tonali deein next like, Ryanair cabin crew ?

Best thing since sliced bread

It’s the sitting in silence that bamboozles me. I get that not everybody wants to sing. And I get that opposition and kick off times influence the atmosphere. But tens of thousands of people are just going there to sit in silence. Or if they do pipe up it’s to slag our own players off. I’ve been in every part of the ground recently other than Milburn L7 and apart from the Corner it’s the same shit everywhere. Thousands and thousands of people completely lacking any enthusiasm and unwilling to offer any encouragement.

It is depressing like. I was sat amongst the silent majority yesterday contemplating why we’ve got such flaccid supporters. I think for many people they only go out of habit, whatever passion they had is now long gone. They’re in a loveless marriage where familiarity has led to contempt.

Only time there was any singing in my area was to deliver a full throated serenading of MDubz during the 2nd half. They gave it proper pipes for that, no hesitation.

There’s a decent % of our crowd who go to the match to see some familiar faces, have a few pints, eat some scran at their seats, make a few toilet trips, then take maximum pleasure from exiting the ground early with some vigorous handshakes and a chorus of “see you next time”. What happens on the pitch is merely a minor distraction from their social club activities. Pretty poor game, but 3 points was all that really mattered, job done, onwards and upwards. Fucking sick of conceding these late goals though. Dead as a dodo in the lower middle Gallowgate, seen more life in roadkill.

In France, a skinny man died of a big disease with a little name, By chance his girlfriend came across a needle and soon she did the same At home there are seventy-year-old men and their idea of fun, Is being in ground called 'St James’s', Miserable as fuck and sittin on their bums

I don’t think they move them out, they still keep those seats even though they’re officially too old. So you’ve got late teens / early 20’s up there with their parents. That’s what people on here who go in L7 have said.

I got a resale no bother at all yesterday. Looked for 10 mins and had 3 or 4 seats to choose from. Was due to be away this weekend but plans changed y’day morning which meant I could go to match, getting a ticket was a piece of piss.

Break the game up into 1/4’s with a 20 minute break between each one

Yep. The Curva Nord was the best part of the ground for a while but singing “we don’t care about Ashley, he don’t care about me” on repeat for ages most games meant he couldn’t wait to disband the singing section and add millions of billions of family seats The Friday night game when we howked Cardiff was one of the best atmospheres I’ve experienced both in and out of the ground. Curva Nord was going beserk

I’ve started taking a teabag and some milk and making myself a brew in the bogs at half time

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