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Post by WhatsTheMata on Feb 5, 2017 0:29:26 GMT
I remember the late eighties, early nineties. Pay at the turnstile, all the lads together, singing our fucking hearts out. I used to get the bus from work in Rochdale into town then meet up with my mates, then the bus to OT. Strange, but I can't remember any of the journeys home! That's where the problem lies. We used to all go in together, sing together. Now every fucker is spread around the ground. It's not rocket science. Now THIS is what football is all about. |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2017 6:06:13 GMT
Sadly though it's not like that anymore. Well not in the areas it needs to be. Now people are more concerned with bringing gigantic bloody iPads to do their own recording of match of the day. Or the prawn sarnie fuckers staring into space doing fuck all to improve the match day experience but talk about utter shit that has no relevance to the football whatsoever rather than how they're gonna go home and have a fucking Pimms or some upperclass shite while l talking once again about utter shit because they have no place being at the football in the first place the atmosphere sucking ballbags.
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