With the advent of the mad fan free times at footy stadiums, weâve lost much of the atmosphere from the game.
Burn me for heresy if you will, but being part of that atmosphere was what supporting Saints was all about. When I held a season ticket, it was in Itchen North, right next to the away fans. The back and forth banter was so good that often, I didnât see much of the game. Iâd watch it later after rolling in from the pub.
Chanting is a huge part of that, so in its absence, I thought we might commemorate some of the best and worst.
My easy starter for ten is Stoke Cityâs response to our sung statement that they were so northern, they ate off the floor.
They responded with âYou are so Southern, youâre practically Frenchâ
Over to you. Time to give someone else a âchantsâ.
The one that @SimplySaint and I always chuckle about was against Swansea a few seasons ago. They scored and it all got raucous with blow up dragons etc. Then we scored to the tune of âstick your dragon up your arseâ only surpassed by the next goal to the tune of âwhere is your dragon now, where is your dragon nowâ. Happy days.
A really obscure one that I thought was brilliant.
A non-league club (canât remember, may have been Cambridge City years ago) were in dispute with the next door allotment owners over some land. This resulted in
âGrow an avocado if you think youâre gardenersâ and
âYouâre gonna get your potting shed kicked inâ
Leicester away at Filbert Street.
Picked up from Heathrow, road trip, no time for a beer.
In ground, met Salisbury & London Saints we are on Yellow & Blue
Svensson has a blinder.
Whole second half
Brazil itâs just like watching Brazil
