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Used to sit next to a lad who was about 18. Always drunk. Always.
8pm kick off or 11:45am - he was there, sozzled. Used to drink Vodka and coke out of a 500ml coca cola bottle and get more rowdy as the game went on. When people used to leave 10 mins before the end he used to stand up and shout (to the tune of 'we all hate leeds scum') "Miss the traffic, Miss the traffic, Miss the traffic.." Weird kid. |
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Used to sit near one helmet who used to take pride in telling people how he always called Phil Neville, Phil '#@&%!'.
"That's what I call him, isn't it love?" "Yeeeeah....." "Look, there he is! Pass it to a red shirt Phil #@&%!". And for a brief period, I used to sit near a fellow Welsh United fan who used to assume that, because he was Welsh, he was perfectly ok to slate Giggsy. He only had one phrase tbf. "£#%&!ing hell, Giggs!". |
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There's plenty near me I must be in the epicentre of them all. One lad that's probably a 40 year old virgin; wears a united ring, 2 united rubber bracelets and the same replica shirt every game. There's c**kney that comes to the game with his ipad kitted head to toe in official merch, he cheers loudly if a London side is getting beaten on the screen pre kick off of our game. Someone from Runcorn behind that moans about scousers and complains about the shittest things for 90mins. A scruffy lad that wears his track suit bottoms upto his chest (no exaggeration).
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Used to sit near a right £#%&!ing moaning southern @#%&! with a ginger beard. He'd spend all £#%&!ing game moaning and slagging the team off, it got incredibly tedious. A couple of times I lost my rag with him and had a pop but it only shut him up for a while.
The @#%&! must have spent a fortune on tickets and travel but didn't seem to derive any pleasure from it judging by his constant whinging. Weird |
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