Next season: chants
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Hey guys I thought we could use this thread to post some youtube/audio files of cool stadium chants that could be turned into RoF's favourites.
Surely there are some cool chants out there that could work for us too.
I'll start with:
Bear in mind there there are 2 chants in this. Frst one stops at about 0:18.
Anyway, the first chant goes something like:
They wanted to win but
they wanted to win but
[third line can't be translated but basically means they didn't].
hopefully someone can finish the rhyme?
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you know, I'm not worried that nobody has written on this thread yet. We have a looooong off-season ahead of us..we gotta keep busy somehow!!
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we shud use the song U R Fever by the kills
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RxPZh4AnWyk
Start learning the words and send this woman a yellow fever t-shirt
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When we play the Gold Coast suggest we forget about signing. We should all wear blond wigs and dance. Routine attached:
Bran2009-04-20 20:24:00
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When we play GCU we should have a big banner out the front saying
"Last season it Smeltz Like Team Spirit.. This season it smells like rotten eggs!"
while we sing
from Nirvana's "Smells like Teen Spirit "
* gradually gets louder* hello, hello, hello, HOW LOW!
hello, hello, hello, HOW LOW!" and repeat
a Warm YF Shane Smeltz, welcome back to the ROF!!
RedGed2009-04-22 19:11:59
"Last season it Smeltz Like Team Spirit.. This season it smells like rotten eggs!"
while we sing
from Nirvana's "Smells like Teen Spirit "
* gradually gets louder* hello, hello, hello, HOW LOW!
hello, hello, hello, HOW LOW!" and repeat
a Warm YF Shane Smeltz, welcome back to the ROF!!
RedGed2009-04-22 19:11:59
Improving,,on the up, a work in progress from Italiano and the Nix. Bring on the bathroom bling in '24! COYN!
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Listen to them Stoke are back in the Prem
But folks talk like we're goin' straight back down again.
There's not enough class to give it a bash
And at the end of the season, Stoke will be last.
Paddy should have waited, his power's overarted
Payin' out money on Stoke bein' relegated,
What a joke, what a daft bloke,
Cos who was the first team to come down Stoke?
Aston Villa, a five goal thriller,
Delap with a throw and Sidibe with the killer.
Wam Bamma, thank you Mamma
Martin O'Niell wasn't overly enamoured.
Oh that's it, the power of the Brit
Howling and growling in the bear pit.
Oh can ya? Oh can ya?
Hear yourself think in the Britannia?
What a crowd, what a sound,
It's officially the loudest ground.
Take eeet,
The noise at the Brit will make your ears bleed.
On a windy day, Spurs blew away.
Sunderland got nothing when they came to play.
Then Arsene, said it was obscene,
He bleated 'cos Stoke defeated his team,
Whatever he said, it was them that saw red,
As the mighty Potters put Arsenal to bed.
We are the Potters, the rip roaring Potters,
Back in the Prem where Pulis got us,
So come on everybody,
Let's keep Stoke up, keep Stoke up, keep Stoke up.
Yes, we are the Potters, the rip roaring Potters,
Back in the Prem where Pulis got us,
So come on everybody,
Let's keep Stoke up, keep Stoke up, keep Stoke up.
We've been baffled by Stoke's travels
At times it's felt like it's all unravelled.
Too much defence? Not enough offence?
Some question Pulis' tactical sense,
but you can't ignore, Anfield's roar
Where we died for the cause, Liverpool couldn't score.
It's that fighting spirit, that keeps Stoke in it,
Even when we approach the nintieth minute,
Like at the Magpies, it was do or die,
But we rescued a point thanks to Abdoulaye.
At the park of St James and Villa the same,
Back from the dead the Potters came.
Our spirits soared and we all roared,
When in the last minute... WHELAN SCORED.
We are the Potters, the rip roaring Potters,
Back in the Prem where Pulis got us,
So come on everybody,
Let's keep Stoke up, keep Stoke up, keep Stoke up.
Yes, we are the Potters, the rip roaring Potters,
Back in the Prem where Pulis got us,
So come on everybody,
Let's keep Stoke up, keep Stoke up, keep Stoke up.
We're not goin' under, the home form's a wonder,
Just ask Albion, Bolton, Man City or Boro.
Pundits and fans up and down the land,
The simpe message, please understand:
Love us or hate us, you must tolerate us,
We're not goin' down so don't try relegate us.
We're not being rude, but we're not in the mood
To leave the Premier League any time soon.
We're here for a while and I'm not a liar,
So you better learn the words to Delilah.
We're the real deal, we're not fakers,
We won't go away even if you try and make us.
We're on the way up, where Coates will take us,
And if you don't believe me just ask Mr Acres.
We are the Potters, the rip roaring Potters,
Back in the Prem where Pulis got us,
So come on everybody,
Let's keep Stoke up, keep Stoke up, keep Stoke up.
Yes, we are the Potters, the rip roaring Potters,
Back in the Prem where Pulis got us,
So come on everybody,
Let's keep Stoke up, keep Stoke up, keep Stoke up.
But folks talk like we're goin' straight back down again.
There's not enough class to give it a bash
And at the end of the season, Stoke will be last.
Paddy should have waited, his power's overarted
Payin' out money on Stoke bein' relegated,
What a joke, what a daft bloke,
Cos who was the first team to come down Stoke?
Aston Villa, a five goal thriller,
Delap with a throw and Sidibe with the killer.
Wam Bamma, thank you Mamma
Martin O'Niell wasn't overly enamoured.
Oh that's it, the power of the Brit
Howling and growling in the bear pit.
Oh can ya? Oh can ya?
Hear yourself think in the Britannia?
What a crowd, what a sound,
It's officially the loudest ground.
Take eeet,
The noise at the Brit will make your ears bleed.
On a windy day, Spurs blew away.
Sunderland got nothing when they came to play.
Then Arsene, said it was obscene,
He bleated 'cos Stoke defeated his team,
Whatever he said, it was them that saw red,
As the mighty Potters put Arsenal to bed.
We are the Potters, the rip roaring Potters,
Back in the Prem where Pulis got us,
So come on everybody,
Let's keep Stoke up, keep Stoke up, keep Stoke up.
Yes, we are the Potters, the rip roaring Potters,
Back in the Prem where Pulis got us,
So come on everybody,
Let's keep Stoke up, keep Stoke up, keep Stoke up.
We've been baffled by Stoke's travels
At times it's felt like it's all unravelled.
Too much defence? Not enough offence?
Some question Pulis' tactical sense,
but you can't ignore, Anfield's roar
Where we died for the cause, Liverpool couldn't score.
It's that fighting spirit, that keeps Stoke in it,
Even when we approach the nintieth minute,
Like at the Magpies, it was do or die,
But we rescued a point thanks to Abdoulaye.
At the park of St James and Villa the same,
Back from the dead the Potters came.
Our spirits soared and we all roared,
When in the last minute... WHELAN SCORED.
We are the Potters, the rip roaring Potters,
Back in the Prem where Pulis got us,
So come on everybody,
Let's keep Stoke up, keep Stoke up, keep Stoke up.
Yes, we are the Potters, the rip roaring Potters,
Back in the Prem where Pulis got us,
So come on everybody,
Let's keep Stoke up, keep Stoke up, keep Stoke up.
We're not goin' under, the home form's a wonder,
Just ask Albion, Bolton, Man City or Boro.
Pundits and fans up and down the land,
The simpe message, please understand:
Love us or hate us, you must tolerate us,
We're not goin' down so don't try relegate us.
We're not being rude, but we're not in the mood
To leave the Premier League any time soon.
We're here for a while and I'm not a liar,
So you better learn the words to Delilah.
We're the real deal, we're not fakers,
We won't go away even if you try and make us.
We're on the way up, where Coates will take us,
And if you don't believe me just ask Mr Acres.
We are the Potters, the rip roaring Potters,
Back in the Prem where Pulis got us,
So come on everybody,
Let's keep Stoke up, keep Stoke up, keep Stoke up.
Yes, we are the Potters, the rip roaring Potters,
Back in the Prem where Pulis got us,
So come on everybody,
Let's keep Stoke up, keep Stoke up, keep Stoke up.
MODIFY THIS!!!
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To the tune of Jesus Christ Super Star:
Greenacre, Superstar
How many goals have to scored so far
and repeat until we get bored
Its no longer a problem.
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Picked up off the Tranmere fans sig...
Green-acre my lord, Green-acre
Green-acre my lord, Green-acre
Green-acre my lord, Green-acre
Ohhhh Lord Green-acre
Green-acre my lord, Green-acre
Green-acre my lord, Green-acre
Green-acre my lord, Green-acre
Ohhhh Lord Green-acre
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Who let the Dodd go, who, who, who who
Oi Oi Edgecumbe... lets have a clean sheet
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The C-Diddy Song Book Season 09/10:
(Currently in the trusted possession of Mr J Cox of Wellington!)
Ooooh, Greenacre
I believe you can get me through the night
Ooooh, Greenacre
I believe we can reach the morning light
Ooooh, Greenacre
I believe we can reach the morning light
Diego Inside
Diego Inside
Every single one of us
Diego Inside
Oh McKain
He's making eyes at me but I dont mind
Oh McKain
He's making my imagination run wild!
Oh Smeltzy I gave you my heart
But the very next day you gave it away
This year to save me from tears
I'll give it to Chris Greenacre!
"Ive just re-visited this and once again realised that C-Diddy is a genius - a drunk, Newcastle bred disgrace - but a genius." - Hard News, 11:39am 4th June 2009
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What would you get if Feverish was the Lead Singer of Lipps Inc?
I have the answer below...
Gotta make a move to a
Town that's right for me
Town to keep me movin'
Keep me groovin' with some energy
Well, I talk about it
Talk about it
Talk about it
Talk about it
Talk about, Talk about
Talk about movin
Gotta move on
Gotta move on
Gotta move on
Won't you take me to
Wellingtown
Won't you take me to
Wellingtown
Won't you take me to
Wellingtown
Won't you take me to
Wellingtown
Gotta make a move to a
Town that's right for me
Town to keep me movin'
Keep me groovin' with some energy
Well, I talk about it
Talk about it
Talk about it
Talk about it
Talk about, Talk about
Talk about movin
Gotta move on
Gotta move on
Gotta move on
Won't you take me to
Wellingtown
Won't you take me to
Wellingtown
Won't you take me to
Wellingtown
Won't you take me to
Wellingtown
Town that's right for me
Town to keep me movin'
Keep me groovin' with some energy
Well, I talk about it
Talk about it
Talk about it
Talk about it
Talk about, Talk about
Talk about movin
Gotta move on
Gotta move on
Gotta move on
Won't you take me to
Wellingtown
Won't you take me to
Wellingtown
Won't you take me to
Wellingtown
Won't you take me to
Wellingtown
Gotta make a move to a
Town that's right for me
Town to keep me movin'
Keep me groovin' with some energy
Well, I talk about it
Talk about it
Talk about it
Talk about it
Talk about, Talk about
Talk about movin
Gotta move on
Gotta move on
Gotta move on
Won't you take me to
Wellingtown
Won't you take me to
Wellingtown
Won't you take me to
Wellingtown
Won't you take me to
Wellingtown
"Ive just re-visited this and once again realised that C-Diddy is a genius - a drunk, Newcastle bred disgrace - but a genius." - Hard News, 11:39am 4th June 2009
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If you sing that in Melbourne, you will be stabbed.
By Pseudo Echo, most likely.
By Pseudo Echo, most likely.
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(for Bevan)
how about we crank out the start of Slice of Heaven a few times. Da da da,....
Random but good fun.
Founder
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On http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport2/hi/funny_old_game/8077666.stm they some of the best chants heard in the epl and etc this year
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A good laugh.
"If you appear mashed, smashed or totally plastered you will not be allowed into tonight's game."
Heard on the tannoy outside the Wellington Phoenix versus Perth Glory A league match.
"If you appear mashed, smashed or totally plastered you will not be allowed into tonight's game."
Heard on the tannoy outside the Wellington Phoenix versus Perth Glory A league match.
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(for Bevan)
how about we crank out the start of Slice of Heaven a few times. Da da da,....
Random but good fun.
Slice of Bevan perhaps?
"Ive just re-visited this and once again realised that C-Diddy is a genius - a drunk, Newcastle bred disgrace - but a genius." - Hard News, 11:39am 4th June 2009
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Listen to them Stoke are back in the Prem
But folks talk like we're goin' straight back down again.
There's not enough class to give it a bash
And at the end of the season, Stoke will be last.
Paddy should have waited, his power's overarted
Payin' out money on Stoke bein' relegated,
What a joke, what a daft bloke,
Cos who was the first team to come down Stoke?
Aston Villa, a five goal thriller,
Delap with a throw and Sidibe with the killer.
Wam Bamma, thank you Mamma
Martin O'Niell wasn't overly enamoured.
Oh that's it, the power of the Brit
Howling and growling in the bear pit.
Oh can ya? Oh can ya?
Hear yourself think in the Britannia?
What a crowd, what a sound,
It's officially the loudest ground.
Take eeet,
The noise at the Brit will make your ears bleed.
On a windy day, Spurs blew away.
Sunderland got nothing when they came to play.
Then Arsene, said it was obscene,
He bleated 'cos Stoke defeated his team,
Whatever he said, it was them that saw red,
As the mighty Potters put Arsenal to bed.
We are the Potters, the rip roaring Potters,
Back in the Prem where Pulis got us,
So come on everybody,
Let's keep Stoke up, keep Stoke up, keep Stoke up.
Yes, we are the Potters, the rip roaring Potters,
Back in the Prem where Pulis got us,
So come on everybody,
Let's keep Stoke up, keep Stoke up, keep Stoke up.
We've been baffled by Stoke's travels
At times it's felt like it's all unravelled.
Too much defence? Not enough offence?
Some question Pulis' tactical sense,
but you can't ignore, Anfield's roar
Where we died for the cause, Liverpool couldn't score.
It's that fighting spirit, that keeps Stoke in it,
Even when we approach the nintieth minute,
Like at the Magpies, it was do or die,
But we rescued a point thanks to Abdoulaye.
At the park of St James and Villa the same,
Back from the dead the Potters came.
Our spirits soared and we all roared,
When in the last minute... WHELAN SCORED.
We are the Potters, the rip roaring Potters,
Back in the Prem where Pulis got us,
So come on everybody,
Let's keep Stoke up, keep Stoke up, keep Stoke up.
Yes, we are the Potters, the rip roaring Potters,
Back in the Prem where Pulis got us,
So come on everybody,
Let's keep Stoke up, keep Stoke up, keep Stoke up.
We're not goin' under, the home form's a wonder,
Just ask Albion, Bolton, Man City or Boro.
Pundits and fans up and down the land,
The simpe message, please understand:
Love us or hate us, you must tolerate us,
We're not goin' down so don't try relegate us.
We're not being rude, but we're not in the mood
To leave the Premier League any time soon.
We're here for a while and I'm not a liar,
So you better learn the words to Delilah.
We're the real deal, we're not fakers,
We won't go away even if you try and make us.
We're on the way up, where Coates will take us,
And if you don't believe me just ask Mr Acres.
We are the Potters, the rip roaring Potters,
Back in the Prem where Pulis got us,
So come on everybody,
Let's keep Stoke up, keep Stoke up, keep Stoke up.
Yes, we are the Potters, the rip roaring Potters,
Back in the Prem where Pulis got us,
So come on everybody,
Let's keep Stoke up, keep Stoke up, keep Stoke up.
But folks talk like we're goin' straight back down again.
There's not enough class to give it a bash
And at the end of the season, Stoke will be last.
Paddy should have waited, his power's overarted
Payin' out money on Stoke bein' relegated,
What a joke, what a daft bloke,
Cos who was the first team to come down Stoke?
Aston Villa, a five goal thriller,
Delap with a throw and Sidibe with the killer.
Wam Bamma, thank you Mamma
Martin O'Niell wasn't overly enamoured.
Oh that's it, the power of the Brit
Howling and growling in the bear pit.
Oh can ya? Oh can ya?
Hear yourself think in the Britannia?
What a crowd, what a sound,
It's officially the loudest ground.
Take eeet,
The noise at the Brit will make your ears bleed.
On a windy day, Spurs blew away.
Sunderland got nothing when they came to play.
Then Arsene, said it was obscene,
He bleated 'cos Stoke defeated his team,
Whatever he said, it was them that saw red,
As the mighty Potters put Arsenal to bed.
We are the Potters, the rip roaring Potters,
Back in the Prem where Pulis got us,
So come on everybody,
Let's keep Stoke up, keep Stoke up, keep Stoke up.
Yes, we are the Potters, the rip roaring Potters,
Back in the Prem where Pulis got us,
So come on everybody,
Let's keep Stoke up, keep Stoke up, keep Stoke up.
We've been baffled by Stoke's travels
At times it's felt like it's all unravelled.
Too much defence? Not enough offence?
Some question Pulis' tactical sense,
but you can't ignore, Anfield's roar
Where we died for the cause, Liverpool couldn't score.
It's that fighting spirit, that keeps Stoke in it,
Even when we approach the nintieth minute,
Like at the Magpies, it was do or die,
But we rescued a point thanks to Abdoulaye.
At the park of St James and Villa the same,
Back from the dead the Potters came.
Our spirits soared and we all roared,
When in the last minute... WHELAN SCORED.
We are the Potters, the rip roaring Potters,
Back in the Prem where Pulis got us,
So come on everybody,
Let's keep Stoke up, keep Stoke up, keep Stoke up.
Yes, we are the Potters, the rip roaring Potters,
Back in the Prem where Pulis got us,
So come on everybody,
Let's keep Stoke up, keep Stoke up, keep Stoke up.
We're not goin' under, the home form's a wonder,
Just ask Albion, Bolton, Man City or Boro.
Pundits and fans up and down the land,
The simpe message, please understand:
Love us or hate us, you must tolerate us,
We're not goin' down so don't try relegate us.
We're not being rude, but we're not in the mood
To leave the Premier League any time soon.
We're here for a while and I'm not a liar,
So you better learn the words to Delilah.
We're the real deal, we're not fakers,
We won't go away even if you try and make us.
We're on the way up, where Coates will take us,
And if you don't believe me just ask Mr Acres.
We are the Potters, the rip roaring Potters,
Back in the Prem where Pulis got us,
So come on everybody,
Let's keep Stoke up, keep Stoke up, keep Stoke up.
Yes, we are the Potters, the rip roaring Potters,
Back in the Prem where Pulis got us,
So come on everybody,
Let's keep Stoke up, keep Stoke up, keep Stoke up.
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Farking game would be finished before we got to the end of that thing!
Apparently I'm apathetic, but I couldn't care less.
"Being a Partick Thistle fan sets you apart. It means youre a free thinker. It also means your team has no money." Tim Luckhurst, The Independent, 4th December 2003
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And would probably need to break the song sheet tabboo.
You know we belong together...
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