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I went to Upton Park today to see West Ham take on my favourites Liverpool. As always, just being at a buzzing football stadium is a great feeling, and I was upbeat about the game.
I sat with my brother, dad and two of his friends, (all are L'pool fans apart from my dad, which was quite funny really) and we were with the Hammers fans. However, we were quite close the tiny area where some loyal 'Pool fans were sitting and chanting stuff like "You'll Never Walk Alone" etc. I nearly joined in a few times, but restrained myself thanks to the two biggish men in my row, who both had West Ham scarves.
Anyway, as the 'Pool fans were rightfully singing and chanting, some fat, ignorant, annoying, fat, idiot, yob, fat, ponce, fat West Ham fan stood up and screamed at the top of his lungs "OH, SHUT THE *beep* UP!!" Now, I know there are many more fans like this, but it was this guy who was a few rows in front of me at the time.
This sort of thing really gets to me. What makes them different from you?? You're singing, chanting (and most probably eating), why shouldn't they? I felt like telling him to shut his gigantic mouth, but the fact that he could've eaten a normal man for starters stopped me.
Later on, to my disgust, West Ham scored. There was lots of cheering and celebration, and then everyone sat down to watch the action, which had now restarted. But no, the massive Jelly-man had to stand up again, sarcastically wave at the Liverpool fans and scream "HELLO SCOUSIES!! HELLO SCOUSIES!!" He said in a very irritating, stupid tone too. I'm not a scouser, I live in the south east, and I find Harry Enfield's scouser sketches highly amusing. But I, as a Liverpool fan, took offence from that.
He continued this sort of stuff throughout the match, all the time me thinking how funny it would be if Liverpool equalised, and how hilarious it would be to go right up to him and shout at him, "HELLO SCOUSIES!!"
The 90th minute. A bit of a scramble in the box, and it comes to Micheal Owen, still looking for his 100th Premiership goal. Owen, with typical style, smashes it into the top corner. 1-1. Me and my dad's mates sat there whispering celebrations and punching the air (to an extent), and then I looked over at Jelly-Man. He looked like his wife had left him, he'd lost all his cash and been told that he would have to stick to the usual 3 meals a day. I laughed heartily, and was tempted to say something to him, but fortunately I came to my senses. He told the 'Pool fans to *beep* off again, but they were too busy cheering to care. Final score, 1-1.
I think Jelly-Man got his just desserts today, and it really made my day to see Liverpool equalise in such fashion, and to see his face fall as he realised that West Ham weren't going to win the match, and that the Liverpool fans he had shouted expletives at were now happier than he was.
Final score, Ant and friends 1, Jelly-Man 0.
I sat with my brother, dad and two of his friends, (all are L'pool fans apart from my dad, which was quite funny really) and we were with the Hammers fans. However, we were quite close the tiny area where some loyal 'Pool fans were sitting and chanting stuff like "You'll Never Walk Alone" etc. I nearly joined in a few times, but restrained myself thanks to the two biggish men in my row, who both had West Ham scarves.
Anyway, as the 'Pool fans were rightfully singing and chanting, some fat, ignorant, annoying, fat, idiot, yob, fat, ponce, fat West Ham fan stood up and screamed at the top of his lungs "OH, SHUT THE *beep* UP!!" Now, I know there are many more fans like this, but it was this guy who was a few rows in front of me at the time.
This sort of thing really gets to me. What makes them different from you?? You're singing, chanting (and most probably eating), why shouldn't they? I felt like telling him to shut his gigantic mouth, but the fact that he could've eaten a normal man for starters stopped me.
Later on, to my disgust, West Ham scored. There was lots of cheering and celebration, and then everyone sat down to watch the action, which had now restarted. But no, the massive Jelly-man had to stand up again, sarcastically wave at the Liverpool fans and scream "HELLO SCOUSIES!! HELLO SCOUSIES!!" He said in a very irritating, stupid tone too. I'm not a scouser, I live in the south east, and I find Harry Enfield's scouser sketches highly amusing. But I, as a Liverpool fan, took offence from that.
He continued this sort of stuff throughout the match, all the time me thinking how funny it would be if Liverpool equalised, and how hilarious it would be to go right up to him and shout at him, "HELLO SCOUSIES!!"
The 90th minute. A bit of a scramble in the box, and it comes to Micheal Owen, still looking for his 100th Premiership goal. Owen, with typical style, smashes it into the top corner. 1-1. Me and my dad's mates sat there whispering celebrations and punching the air (to an extent), and then I looked over at Jelly-Man. He looked like his wife had left him, he'd lost all his cash and been told that he would have to stick to the usual 3 meals a day. I laughed heartily, and was tempted to say something to him, but fortunately I came to my senses. He told the 'Pool fans to *beep* off again, but they were too busy cheering to care. Final score, 1-1.
I think Jelly-Man got his just desserts today, and it really made my day to see Liverpool equalise in such fashion, and to see his face fall as he realised that West Ham weren't going to win the match, and that the Liverpool fans he had shouted expletives at were now happier than he was.
Final score, Ant and friends 1, Jelly-Man 0.
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Oh yeah, and a guy sitting right in front of us was absolutely massive, and everytime he sat down...well, put it this way, his pants and trousers weren't pulled high enough up...
I went to Upton Park today to see West Ham take on my favourites Liverpool. As always, just being at a buzzing football stadium is a great feeling, and I was upbeat about the game.
I sat with my brother, dad and two of his friends, (all are L'pool fans apart from my dad, which was quite funny really) and we were with the Hammers fans. However, we were quite close the tiny area where some loyal 'Pool fans were sitting and chanting stuff like "You'll Never Walk Alone" etc. I nearly joined in a few times, but restrained myself thanks to the two biggish men in my row, who both had West Ham scarves.
Anyway, as the 'Pool fans were rightfully singing and chanting, some fat, ignorant, annoying, fat, idiot, yob, fat, ponce, fat West Ham fan stood up and screamed at the top of his lungs "OH, SHUT THE *beep* UP!!" Now, I know there are many more fans like this, but it was this guy who was a few rows in front of me at the time.
This sort of thing really gets to me. What makes them different from you?? You're singing, chanting (and most probably eating), why shouldn't they? I felt like telling him to shut his gigantic mouth, but the fact that he could've eaten a normal man for starters stopped me.
Later on, to my disgust, West Ham scored. There was lots of cheering and celebration, and then everyone sat down to watch the action, which had now restarted. But no, the massive Jelly-man had to stand up again, sarcastically wave at the Liverpool fans and scream "HELLO SCOUSIES!! HELLO SCOUSIES!!" He said in a very irritating, stupid tone too. I'm not a scouser, I live in the south east, and I find Harry Enfield's scouser sketches highly amusing. But I, as a Liverpool fan, took offence from that.
He continued this sort of stuff throughout the match, all the time me thinking how funny it would be if Liverpool equalised, and how hilarious it would be to go right up to him and shout at him, "HELLO SCOUSIES!!"
The 90th minute. A bit of a scramble in the box, and it comes to Micheal Owen, still looking for his 100th Premiership goal. Owen, with typical style, smashes it into the top corner. 1-1. Me and my dad's mates sat there whispering celebrations and punching the air (to an extent), and then I looked over at Jelly-Man. He looked like his wife had left him, he'd lost all his cash and been told that he would have to stick to the usual 3 meals a day. I laughed heartily, and was tempted to say something to him, but fortunately I came to my senses. He told the 'Pool fans to *beep* off again, but they were too busy cheering to care. Final score, 1-1.
I think Jelly-Man got his just desserts today, and it really made my day to see Liverpool equalise in such fashion, and to see his face fall as he realised that West Ham weren't going to win the match, and that the Liverpool fans he had shouted expletives at were now happier than he was.
Final score, Ant and friends 1, Jelly-Man 0.
I sat with my brother, dad and two of his friends, (all are L'pool fans apart from my dad, which was quite funny really) and we were with the Hammers fans. However, we were quite close the tiny area where some loyal 'Pool fans were sitting and chanting stuff like "You'll Never Walk Alone" etc. I nearly joined in a few times, but restrained myself thanks to the two biggish men in my row, who both had West Ham scarves.
Anyway, as the 'Pool fans were rightfully singing and chanting, some fat, ignorant, annoying, fat, idiot, yob, fat, ponce, fat West Ham fan stood up and screamed at the top of his lungs "OH, SHUT THE *beep* UP!!" Now, I know there are many more fans like this, but it was this guy who was a few rows in front of me at the time.
This sort of thing really gets to me. What makes them different from you?? You're singing, chanting (and most probably eating), why shouldn't they? I felt like telling him to shut his gigantic mouth, but the fact that he could've eaten a normal man for starters stopped me.
Later on, to my disgust, West Ham scored. There was lots of cheering and celebration, and then everyone sat down to watch the action, which had now restarted. But no, the massive Jelly-man had to stand up again, sarcastically wave at the Liverpool fans and scream "HELLO SCOUSIES!! HELLO SCOUSIES!!" He said in a very irritating, stupid tone too. I'm not a scouser, I live in the south east, and I find Harry Enfield's scouser sketches highly amusing. But I, as a Liverpool fan, took offence from that.
He continued this sort of stuff throughout the match, all the time me thinking how funny it would be if Liverpool equalised, and how hilarious it would be to go right up to him and shout at him, "HELLO SCOUSIES!!"
The 90th minute. A bit of a scramble in the box, and it comes to Micheal Owen, still looking for his 100th Premiership goal. Owen, with typical style, smashes it into the top corner. 1-1. Me and my dad's mates sat there whispering celebrations and punching the air (to an extent), and then I looked over at Jelly-Man. He looked like his wife had left him, he'd lost all his cash and been told that he would have to stick to the usual 3 meals a day. I laughed heartily, and was tempted to say something to him, but fortunately I came to my senses. He told the 'Pool fans to *beep* off again, but they were too busy cheering to care. Final score, 1-1.
I think Jelly-Man got his just desserts today, and it really made my day to see Liverpool equalise in such fashion, and to see his face fall as he realised that West Ham weren't going to win the match, and that the Liverpool fans he had shouted expletives at were now happier than he was.
Final score, Ant and friends 1, Jelly-Man 0.
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