Quote sally cinnamon="sally cinnamon"To be honest some of the Wire fans behind the sticks got on my nerves yesterday. They weren't looking to fight or anything they were just embarrassingly tanked up.
Fair enough have a few beers but the problem is for some of these fans, an occasion like Wembley isn't about the game, it's about how much they can drink. They were obviously smashed off their faces before they even got there, were staggering to their seats, and all game you have to keep standing up for them to go to and from the toilets and to come back with more beers.
As always happens when people are completely bladdered they lose any sense of caring about how their behaviour looks to others, it's just loud mouthed swearing and inane comments all through the game, enforcing their crap match analysis on everyone else. I like it when someone makes a witty comment that makes everyone laugh but not when it's just repetitive, there were some blokes near us banging on and on all through the second half about how Kyle Leuluai should have been sent off, and it should have been Ganson as Silverwood had it in for us, and Paul Wood is no good any more and should have never got a new contract. They were just saying the same thing over and over again.
I mean when Wire are running in tries and bound for Challenge Cup success surely you can have something more positive to say than f-ing and jeffing about Paul Wood.
Well I guess rugby league is an inclusive sport so we have to put up with these idiots, if we want attendances to grow
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Oh Sally, you speak my language
Yesterday, gets on coach with Mrs G, and lo, 20year old slapper (with a voice that could be heard over my mp3 player AND the coach's radio) who "seranaded" the front of the coach with "We all hate Leeds scum" ad infinitum.
She was drunk by 9 am. Delightful. Imagine our "delight", when we saw her in the ground, she was only 8 seats away from us on the same row, and spent the whole game going back and to, to the khazzi. That's me and the Mrs standing up every 5 mins to let the p155-head through
In the ground, sat in front of us, we have 5 neanderthals, black tracksuited-up, all with a number 0.5 shaven head's with the obligatory Chinese writing tattoo on their neck, BLADDERED, spilling beer, standing up ALL THE TIME. I ask neanderthal No1 to sit down because he's blocking our view, to which he replies "I stand up at matches...'swat I do...sit infront of me" (there were empty seats, the row in front of them, but funnily enough, I don't like beer spilled all over me)
Luckily enough, 3 of the neanderthals went back to their coach at half-time (really, they did, unbelievable), only for 5 more neanderthals to join the remaining 2 for the second-half. Cue more beer spilt, then the obligatory smoking, then throwing beer 20 rown down whenever we scored (expensive habit)
Some of their quotes "This is the best Grand Final I've ever seen"
"Who's that?" x20 (obviously not got a clue about our players)
"####ing 'ate Leeds, they're just scum"
Why do we attract these pr1cks, every time we reach a final
Stick to the bottom end of Bridge St, PLEASE.
Mrs G walks away (obviously delighted we've won) but totally peeved that her first Wembley has been overshadowed by nob-ends behaving to type.