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we should play the nippers mush, get them out there mush, loads of um we got, faaaaaaaaaaaast they are, they are claaaaaaaaaaaaass.

he could pass for a student, ugly, sweaty, smelly,scrufffy, arrogant and always p*ssed.

I think SISA called for a meeting with the echo, to confrim that they are indeed a fans group and not attention and publicity seekers.

i want that next to my name when they quote me in the echo, I also want to refer to me as Leader of ISSA and fans Chief, using the name Chief Great Red Hawk. As i am leader of the group of one. (at the moment) numbers of members appear to be irelevant.

you can be vice chairman and spokesman, you could start every comment with "in all my time travelling the world, i've never known a club too do xxxxxxxx"

Shall we call a meeting to discuss if SISA speak for us or not? Anyone want to join my supporters group ISSA (independant Saints Supporters Associations)?

i hope it's learnt to behave by now, did you teach him how to control it?

surely not still travelling the world?

me and you, as best mates are a force to be reackoned with. lets start and official, "Bring back BDP" Thread...

You're right there, shall we start a campaign to have him reinstated?

to be fair he's got a point. Do people think all the great songs sung by Liverpool, Man U, Rangers, Celtic etc were created by a load of mugs voting which one is the best in the 1950's equvilent of an internet forum, probably voting in the local paper in those days? Back in the day terrace wit was common place with great club anthems belted out. It didn't need people making up silly lyrics then having a poll deciding which one was best so they can all learn the words. Most of the divs in SMS have trouble remembering and singing anything properly that lasts longer than 3 lines. OWTSGMI and RLSGM two examples of how to deliver a football chant badly, too quick, too much clapping and generally sounds sh*t. FFS other clubs sing our club anthem better than we do.

Yes, a simliar thing happened to me not so long ago, some women in her 70's moaning to me and then the checkout girl about why they didn't have certain product in stock, cant remember what it was, denture cleaners probably and she can only get out here once a week you know, oh i am going to complain, who do i complain too? Oh FFS i dont give a F*CK!!!

you need to look a bit harder at SMS, we've got plenty like that.

Thats great Serge, well done.

are a brilliant idea, in theory. A stealth like ability to go to a shop that is always full of miserable sods and be in and out in a matter of seconds. However what they dont bank on is the stupidity of people using them. Firstly, people lose the ability to count, a sign which clearly says no more than 20 items is totally ignored by either the thick or the desperate as they pile their mountain of frozen pizzas, burgers and cheap larger as high as possible. Then there is the look of fear on their faces at having to carry out the simple task of running their purchases over a screen and putting them in a bag, if they fail to do this, the checkout helpfully reminds them "please place in the bagging area" for some this is tantamount to an audition for Krypton factor, as they struggle to carry this out, a middle aged women bemoaning one of the staff that- "it's done that twice now" - yes love, because you didn't scan it in properly. And i dont want to even get started on the difficulty some face sticking their cards into the chip and pin machine and tapping in their pin number. Supermarket express checkouts are a great idea, if its only me using them.

Look like we're retards, we all look like we're retards, look like we're retards, we all look like we're retards.

I am sure Serge could come up with something, how about a terrace version/saints adapted version of Fire?

This type of man deserves all he gets, pandering in fear that he'll upset his jealous, moody bird, paranoid that she'll run off with someone else if he doesn't bow to her every whim. Personally i think these sort of men deserve to be cheated on, if they are so pathetic that they jump everytime his haughty tart clicks her fingers then she'll soon become bored with him, it's no challenge, she is in control, and women being in control of anything always spells disaster.

Hence why i have never been to an England game since Wembley was rebuilt. I think the plasticness of the modern fan should be dubbed Adrian Childs syndrome, he is the classic example of the sort of soft, soppy ***** that attends matches these days, usually with his bird, wearing a shirt and sometimes face paints. This sort of man is in many cases worse than women, they dont know any better and might think they are doing the right thing, but its down to the man to remind them of their place and that they are not welcome at football and should stick to X-factor, when their men are not home or busy doing something else.

The sort of bloke that likes X-factor is the sort of bloke that takes women to football, a complete soppy goon who is probably a closet homosexual. men should not attend these things, if a woman does not a friend she can watch these things with then she should be instantly dumped as she is either incredibly insecure and thinks she is either to ugly, miserable and sad too have friends or a complete bi*ch that all women would hate and will only ending up f*cking someone else behind her hen pecked boyfriends back. By getting rid of them then, he is saving himself a whole world of pain later on. No self repecting man would go to this sort of event and no worthwhile girlfriend would expect it.

freestyle?

I dont hate all women, just there is a time and a place for them. I mean, look what happened to the British Empire as soon as we let them get the vote, a steady decline into the shambles we have seen today. It's no wonder when 50% of the votes at every election are decided on if its jam wrag time or which policitican wears the nicest tie.

they've got more pressing things to worry about that football chants

It is old, but it is beautiful, And its colors they are fine It was worn at St Marys and in the towns and this sash of old is mine. My fathers wore it as a youth In bygone days of yore And at St Marys I love to see The sash my fathers wore. And when some day, across the sea To Hampshires shores you come, We'll welcome you in royal style, To the sound of flute and drum And Southamptons hills shall echo still, From Thornhill to Aldermoor As we sing again the loyal strain Of the sash my father wore

Is he a closet Homosexual?