Naturally, the thought that I may in some fashion be to blame for Soton and Charlton makes me feel a whole lot better.

I nearly f**king cried yesterday. The reason? Those tossers who left early, those tossers on the pitch, those who booed at half-time, that fat Celtic fan with the lisp on the way home, those farting belching cockneys on the way up, those tossers near me who refused to sing, and only motivated themselved when the team started to play a bit..I could go on, but there'd be blood and a broken monitor in front of me if I continued...

-- Anonymous, September 24, 2000

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Thanks for reminding me about that fat tosser with the lisp.....the fucking font of all football knowledge wasn't he :((

If I'd actually had a ticket for that journey then I would've felt totally justified in throwing him off the train ;))

-- Anonymous, September 25, 2000

Throw him off the train? Mate, I reckon an HGV would've struggled to push him off his seat!

-- Anonymous, September 25, 2000