Howmanheyman

My only fond rugby union memories are seeing a union stadium from my grannies house in N Ireland. Think it was Ulster's ground. I also knocked back an offer to play rugby for the school as I didn't want to get injured and lose my place in the real football team. Games too slow and full of suspiciously looking non- athlete types although it's still better than darts on that score. Better than athletics too. And cricket. Gaelic football? Tough call but I'd sway towards the Gaelic football tbh, tbs, tbs.

Name names, Barry Norman.

I don't know what it is about 'Harry' (what's the little twats proper name?), but I can't fucking stand the ginger - born-with-a-silver-spoon-media-junkie parasite. Maybe I'm being harsh. Maybe not.

Taking the piss out of people less fortune than ourselves. ( South of the water types).

St helens

These lads were going to 2nd div grounds round the country giving it their all only to be called 'mackems' by cheeky little bastards like us. No surprise they occasionally got a bit pissed off. Normally it was taken in the right spirit but not always.

We were basically doing a 'Stevie' on the SS mags.

There was mostly Walker/Byker on those buses but they also had a shop in South Shields and we went through the tunnel to pick the South Shields Mags for some games. I reckon I seen more bother from the sand dancers and the east end lot over who got the back seats and who out of the 'value travel' clientele were mackems or not than the actual fans of the clubs we played.

You mean you didn't look at dirty mags while smirking tabs out the window in school just like what CT did?

My one and only encounter with a load of 'Rugger' fans was after an away match at the West Ham match where Mathie scored for us and we won 4-2, (1994?). We stopped off in some Southern town and there was a load of the cunts, some Welsh kids, (They'd played Wales), and a few Sherman Tanks who were stationed at an air base not far from the town/village. The Welsh lads were fucking sound, the Yanks were lightweights and the English rugger fans were among the biggest set of bell-ends I've ever set eyes on. My little mate who you know was asked 'are you English?' as he attempted to get past this doilum to go for a piss and was attempting to stop him. After the rest of two buses from 'value travel' of Shields Road, Byker, traipsed in, then Jeremy didn't quite seem so cocky. Can't for the life of me remember the name of the place but their was a fayre on and if you go there and look carefully, you might still find Jeremy's arse lying on the floor next to the bogs. (We also got stuck in front of a car after the game which had FA chairman Graham Kelly in it. The traffic was horrendous and Kelly at first tried to smile at the stick he was getting but as the time time passed started to slink further and further into his seat wishing he was fucking anywhere other than where he was).

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fp_ss0ZSgBk

Fuck sake, Stevie, say what you mean, man! (I sometimes post on here during the games).

Fucking druggies the lot of you. Good job me and the straight edge wizard are keeping it real.

Looks like something for bed patients.

A bucket?

Obviously too scared to touch her in case of accidental semen spillage.

To be fair, I'd no idea what bong was when CT brought it up on here. Is it known as something else in God's country? (Puts tin hat on).

Zoom! ......you chased the day away..ay...ay.!

Sounds like Gloomy and pals are a walking WKD advert.

No he's a Jaffa.

Aye, I was just saying the other day that the wedding season almost killed me this year.

Aye it wasn't too bad.