WTF was it with that knob of a ground announcer trying to hustle supporters into organised chanting on Sat night. I think it was at either half of 3/4 time when I was coming back from the bar and a smoke and he tried to tell us "whether or not we win will depend on how loud you all shout" - or words to that effect.
Now there's a juvenile thought. Here's another that went through my head at that time.
"I'd like to take you outside, tie you to one of those polls celebrating Olympic volunteers, tell you a thousand bad knock knock jokes to mess with your head, club you a thousand times with a telephone book, steal your mobile phone and call your girlfriend and chat her up in front of you, realise I had made a mistake because a knob like you wouldn't have a girlfriend, light two cigarettes and stick them in your ears and watch them go on slow burn and by this time hopefully you'll be shouting too and I can say - there, shout for all of us."
Yes, my head is a fun place to be at times . . .
Now there's a juvenile thought. Here's another that went through my head at that time.
"I'd like to take you outside, tie you to one of those polls celebrating Olympic volunteers, tell you a thousand bad knock knock jokes to mess with your head, club you a thousand times with a telephone book, steal your mobile phone and call your girlfriend and chat her up in front of you, realise I had made a mistake because a knob like you wouldn't have a girlfriend, light two cigarettes and stick them in your ears and watch them go on slow burn and by this time hopefully you'll be shouting too and I can say - there, shout for all of us."
Yes, my head is a fun place to be at times . . .

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