Pinchy
Blade, not Bladey.
We have some of the worst 'fans' in the land. I've seen them; home and away. An element of the away 'regulars' are particularly bad. They believe their opinions have some special merit because they choose to travel week-in, week-out. It gives their opinions enhanced authority and provides a licence for vociferous and vile abuse from minute one and, most of all (like many on here, I'm afraid) don't dare to challenge their views. They are Bladey Blades; They love Bassett, Montgomery and Upanatem. They know best.
Multiply the "Hate Wilson" Neanderthals in that shamefully embarrassing photograph and you have them. Drunken, arrogant, ignorant, hate-filled single-cells with alcohol filled veins throbbing visibly in their absurdly thick necks and even thicker heads who purport to speak for the crowd but can barely speak English. Every week they turn out to watch "the worst United team I've ever seen" and they make it clear from the first misplaced pass. Spitting phlegm, alcohol and bile with every one-syllable sub-human volley of abuse.
Players who are not selected are wonderful. The ones on the pitch are appalling, even the ones who were wonderful when the idiot manager didn't pick them the week before.
They demand never-say-die. They demand Upanatem. They demand Getstuckin. They demand Gerritintbox. They have no time for sophistication or talent because they haven't an iota of either themselves. Occasionally one bright spark who's borrowed an extra braincell will deliver an abbreviated "fucking get it down and play you wankers" but that imperative is short-lived and can't survive the first time anyone dares to give the ball away. "Fuck off Baxter you lazy useless fat cunt"
Good old Bladey Blades. Fans to be proud of...everywhere we go... They know what they want and they know best...
Multiply the "Hate Wilson" Neanderthals in that shamefully embarrassing photograph and you have them. Drunken, arrogant, ignorant, hate-filled single-cells with alcohol filled veins throbbing visibly in their absurdly thick necks and even thicker heads who purport to speak for the crowd but can barely speak English. Every week they turn out to watch "the worst United team I've ever seen" and they make it clear from the first misplaced pass. Spitting phlegm, alcohol and bile with every one-syllable sub-human volley of abuse.
Players who are not selected are wonderful. The ones on the pitch are appalling, even the ones who were wonderful when the idiot manager didn't pick them the week before.
They demand never-say-die. They demand Upanatem. They demand Getstuckin. They demand Gerritintbox. They have no time for sophistication or talent because they haven't an iota of either themselves. Occasionally one bright spark who's borrowed an extra braincell will deliver an abbreviated "fucking get it down and play you wankers" but that imperative is short-lived and can't survive the first time anyone dares to give the ball away. "Fuck off Baxter you lazy useless fat cunt"
Good old Bladey Blades. Fans to be proud of...everywhere we go... They know what they want and they know best...
