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We played Leeds in Howard Wilkinson's era. Lee Chapman came up for a corner in front of the Kop. It was not long after he'd had a short stint at French club Chamois Niortais. Some bloke with a loud booming voice shouted "WHY DONT YOU REQUEST THEY PLAY A RECORD FOR YOU, CHAPMAN? HOW ABOUT 'LOST IN FRANCE'?"
 
A couple spring to mind. First was at some uninspiring away ground during the league 1 days and the ref seemed to be giving them everything. Bloke behind us shouted “that’s never a foul ref, I’ve hit my wife harder than that” (always presumed/hoped he was joking)

Another was Crystal Palace away and a couple lads in front of us spent the whole 90 minutes telling the linesman to get his nob out. “Lino, cock out now!” Of all the things you experience as a football official I imagine that’s quite unique.
 
When we played the Pork at the lane (I think it was the Michael brown 3-1 game)

A wag from the Kop shouted to Leon Knight who was close enough to hear him…
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‘Leon….Leon’ Leon looked towards the voice who then boomed out ‘my cock’s bigger than thee’
 
It’s Saturday 21st October, 2006. It’s halftime at Goodison Park. Claude Davis has been sent off, for being a gormless twat. We are playing the very worst version of Warnock hoofball. We are losing 2-0.

It’s clear to everyone that the game is already up, and everyone in the away end is seriously pissed off. No-one around us is looking forward to the second half.

It’s the very first away game the BadBuy juniors (aged 8 and 6) have ever been dragged to attended. We are on the back row of the lower tier, from where you can see fuck all anyway.

A kindly elderly chap ruffles a BadBuy Jr’s hair, and says “That’s a few new words they’ve learned, then”.
I remember singing all the way through the game though…on that lower wooden tier.
 
I remember singing all the way through the game though…on that lower wooden tier.

… with the wooden benches, and wooden floor, and wooden steps bending and flexing and (forgive me) ‘bouncing’ beneath us.

I remember coming away from that game thinking of Bradford, and wondering ‘How the fuck do Everton get insurance and a safety certificate for that?”
 
… with the wooden benches, and wooden floor, and wooden steps bending and flexing and (forgive me) ‘bouncing’ beneath us.

I remember coming away from that game thinking of Bradford, and wondering ‘How the fuck do Everton get insurance and a safety certificate for that?”
Yeah, me too…was really claustrophobic too with the ceiling not far above your head.
 
A couple spring to mind. First was at some uninspiring away ground during the league 1 days and the ref seemed to be giving them everything. Bloke behind us shouted “that’s never a foul ref, I’ve hit my wife harder than that” (always presumed/hoped he was joking)
There's every chance that might have been me. I often shout that 😂😂 (and yes, jokingly)
 
Yeah, me too…was really claustrophobic too with the ceiling not far above your head.

Yep. Horrible. Proper postbox view.

Every time the ball went up in the air—which was most of the time, when we had a kick 🤣—the bloody thing vanished from view and you had to guess where it was and where it might land.

Goodison is one of my favourite old grounds. But that was a properly rubbish afternoon.
 

Love it when people conflate two different expressions. One of my favourites is "We'll burn that bridge when we get to it".

My favourite ever mixed metaphor was Cricketer Viv Richards being asked after his team had lost a close game whether he regretted not making the changes that nearly won the game earlier “Yeah I think we shot the horse after it had bolted From the stable“
 
Manure fans at newly-married Jamie Redknapp in the 90s: "Does she take it up the arse?"

He winked...
I remember that Balls of Steel programme doing a skit at half time of our game against Barnsley. Some bird (treat she was n all - forget her name now but she was bunny boiler on the show) chatting this guy up who was with his Mrs. She walked on pitch and proposed. A large section of the crowd asked whether she was into the back door action.
 
In front of me on Kop an oldish bloke and lad was having a shouting match about Norwood.

“You don’t know shit, you’ve talked crap all game you’d not know a decent footballer if yer saw one yer cunt”

“Alright Dad, calm the fuck down”

Oli Norwood divides families like his ping divides defence ……or the half way line and corner flag mostly
 

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