Following on from the 'Bloke behind you' thread, time for some home truths. How might the bloke in front describe your behaviour? Guess I'd better go first:
I'm polite, professional and fairly reserved in normal life. Then I get to The Valley. I'll join in the singing, wait for quiet all around before yelling abuse at the ref or the opposition, and will occasionally even mutter loudly about our own fans when they are having a go at Dennis or leaving early. Others would probably describe me as a screecher. Mr Weegie has been known to hide his head in his hands in embarrassment on occasion...
Your turn. Go on, be honest now...
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SIT DOWN,GET BACK IN YOUR BOX and my favourite MIND YOUR F*****G LANGUAGE.
I try my best to be the block comedian - think i'm funny all the time, but nine times out of ten i'm probably not.
I'm away for the first game of the season, and i reckon there will be a few relieved people that will think i've moved elsewhere !!
For AFKA - I am probably the same but a bit taller AND when pissed I know I talk complete botox - NO COMMENTS PLEASE
I can quote the bloke in front of me :0)
(which i hasten to add is getting more common now that i don't drive to matches and have met a few of the Lifers)
I then toned it completely down when a number of things happened: more kids started sitting around me, my wife got totally fed up with me, Oakster moved to Canada, my son was born and my dad started coming to matches with me.... Now I sit in relative silence, occassional singing, fair bit of shouting, but mainly biting my nails and wondering why I didn't have a few drinks before I got to the match...
I read that as all Oakster's fault....... :-)
HOME GAMES: I sit with the old fella in the West Upper so don't really get involved much - the odd expletive and bit of abuse hurling but that's it.
AWAY GAMES: Early start, get bladdered up, give it large, get up on the fence, start off the singing, knock off as many coppers helmets as I can, ruck in the streets, look for other fans at stations on the way back, ruck on the train, go boozing, onto the Griffin, Africab home/night in the cells. Job done - "it's wot going football's all about"!
Often though I don't drink at all.
The daughter likes to get sausage and chips from the chippy opposite Cherry Orchard so we normally do that. Sometimes we bump into members of the Charlton Board slumming it:-)
We then go to the ground and she likes to have a bet on the score and scorers so we do that and then go to our seats and watch the warm up.
Very sedate really!