your barkin up the wrong tree most of you self called imagrunts have experenced a atmosphere of a top class crowd , thats the experiance that i envy , singing laughing, cryin pissin in their bovril while they sh1te in our shoes "'billy connelly'". the closest ive got is having a glass smashed on my head by a man city cock in the maukau pub kapiti because i had a mufc scarf on. enjoyed every minute until the next day. my best pal was a kiwi pom and from 5 we played every day if it wasnt for his tribe id probably played darts
Poetry from the terraces.
That's actually a classic post.
Fandom summed up in four lines.
I've met Billy Connolly in Christchurch too by the way. And talked football with him. On the street, not at a match...
You can no doubt get an intense fan experience in Britain still if you have a spare fifty pounds for a Premier League ticket and avoid the "prawn sandwich brigade"...