Quote from: peter w on October 16, 2014, 10:38:38 PMFrom them:"...let’s put our hands together to welcome our illustrious opponents from down the M6 – Aston Villa – as they come to play the latest instalment of the most played English top flight game of all time. The bit there where I said “illustrious” what I really meant was “plaque covered teeth sloth speaking try too hard mega scruffs”. Just in case there was any lingering confusion.For a club with so much wonderful history and success they are unfortunately burdened with their fans. It’s like meeting a boss bird, an easy nine out of ten, but she’s got prominent arse grapes hanging out of the back. They're just there and you constantly know it.These crushingly dull bum berries of Birmingham could choose to watch the game and enjoy the experience of following their sound club but instead are covered absolutely filthy rotten from head to toe with cringe worthy behaviour. Or as the whoppers on social media like to call it now: banter.Let’s get it right: banter is for geordies, Soccer AM fawning texans, deeply insecure but outwardly confident university students trying to hide their middle class upbringing in the student halls and lastly: degenerate gobshites.This isn't banter that I'm typing now, this is me as an Evertonian, calling you, Villa fans, a maelstrom of dim witted fucktards, and appealing with every last bit of goodwill in my heart to reconsider your approach to following a football club. Sincerely, please just try.No more of this MY LORD crap, or singing about fire drills when a load of baldy half-arsed-about-the-footie scouse dars go the bog or the bar before half time. No more dressing like meffs or your Farmfood quality tattoos. Absolute no more singing stuff about stuff. Dull stuff. Stop being the rancid anus of humanity, I implore you. We just want to watch the footie and guess what? You might even beat us. Sound that.But you go back to Birmingham, and most of us get to remain in Liverpool and the various wool areas surrounding it. So ultimately we win. Exclamation mark omitted.There’s a path for improvement there if you really want it and hopefully you’ll see the constructive criticism in these words is intended to provoke a moment of self realisation, and a subsequent amending of prior unacceptable ways. If you have internet or adult literacy in Birmingham yet anyway. It must crush you that your wools (West Brom, Stoke, Leicester etc) are on the whole far more easier to digest in company than yourselves. Come on now..."wordy, poor grammar
From them:"...let’s put our hands together to welcome our illustrious opponents from down the M6 – Aston Villa – as they come to play the latest instalment of the most played English top flight game of all time. The bit there where I said “illustrious” what I really meant was “plaque covered teeth sloth speaking try too hard mega scruffs”. Just in case there was any lingering confusion.For a club with so much wonderful history and success they are unfortunately burdened with their fans. It’s like meeting a boss bird, an easy nine out of ten, but she’s got prominent arse grapes hanging out of the back. They're just there and you constantly know it.These crushingly dull bum berries of Birmingham could choose to watch the game and enjoy the experience of following their sound club but instead are covered absolutely filthy rotten from head to toe with cringe worthy behaviour. Or as the whoppers on social media like to call it now: banter.Let’s get it right: banter is for geordies, Soccer AM fawning texans, deeply insecure but outwardly confident university students trying to hide their middle class upbringing in the student halls and lastly: degenerate gobshites.This isn't banter that I'm typing now, this is me as an Evertonian, calling you, Villa fans, a maelstrom of dim witted fucktards, and appealing with every last bit of goodwill in my heart to reconsider your approach to following a football club. Sincerely, please just try.No more of this MY LORD crap, or singing about fire drills when a load of baldy half-arsed-about-the-footie scouse dars go the bog or the bar before half time. No more dressing like meffs or your Farmfood quality tattoos. Absolute no more singing stuff about stuff. Dull stuff. Stop being the rancid anus of humanity, I implore you. We just want to watch the footie and guess what? You might even beat us. Sound that.But you go back to Birmingham, and most of us get to remain in Liverpool and the various wool areas surrounding it. So ultimately we win. Exclamation mark omitted.There’s a path for improvement there if you really want it and hopefully you’ll see the constructive criticism in these words is intended to provoke a moment of self realisation, and a subsequent amending of prior unacceptable ways. If you have internet or adult literacy in Birmingham yet anyway. It must crush you that your wools (West Brom, Stoke, Leicester etc) are on the whole far more easier to digest in company than yourselves. Come on now..."
maybe selective quoting? You could look back over our threads and find lots of references to "whiny scousers", "2nd best club in Liverpool", "have to live in Liverpool", "quiet fans" etc.
Quote from: Vegas on October 16, 2014, 11:04:13 PMQuote from: peter w on October 16, 2014, 10:38:38 PMFrom them:"...lets put our hands together to welcome our illustrious opponents from down the M6 Aston Villa as they come to play the latest instalment of the most played English top flight game of all time. The bit there where I said illustrious what I really meant was plaque covered teeth sloth speaking try too hard mega scruffs. Just in case there was any lingering confusion.For a club with so much wonderful history and success they are unfortunately burdened with their fans. Its like meeting a boss bird, an easy nine out of ten, but shes got prominent arse grapes hanging out of the back. They're just there and you constantly know it.These crushingly dull bum berries of Birmingham could choose to watch the game and enjoy the experience of following their sound club but instead are covered absolutely filthy rotten from head to toe with cringe worthy behaviour. Or as the whoppers on social media like to call it now: banter.Lets get it right: banter is for geordies, Soccer AM fawning texans, deeply insecure but outwardly confident university students trying to hide their middle class upbringing in the student halls and lastly: degenerate gobshites.This isn't banter that I'm typing now, this is me as an Evertonian, calling you, Villa fans, a maelstrom of dim witted fucktards, and appealing with every last bit of goodwill in my heart to reconsider your approach to following a football club. Sincerely, please just try.No more of this MY LORD crap, or singing about fire drills when a load of baldy half-arsed-about-the-footie scouse dars go the bog or the bar before half time. No more dressing like meffs or your Farmfood quality tattoos. Absolute no more singing stuff about stuff. Dull stuff. Stop being the rancid anus of humanity, I implore you. We just want to watch the footie and guess what? You might even beat us. Sound that.But you go back to Birmingham, and most of us get to remain in Liverpool and the various wool areas surrounding it. So ultimately we win. Exclamation mark omitted.Theres a path for improvement there if you really want it and hopefully youll see the constructive criticism in these words is intended to provoke a moment of self realisation, and a subsequent amending of prior unacceptable ways. If you have internet or adult literacy in Birmingham yet anyway. It must crush you that your wools (West Brom, Stoke, Leicester etc) are on the whole far more easier to digest in company than yourselves. Come on now..."wordy, poor grammarUnmitigatedly prolix. Or something that sounds like prolix.
Quote from: peter w on October 16, 2014, 10:38:38 PMFrom them:"...lets put our hands together to welcome our illustrious opponents from down the M6 Aston Villa as they come to play the latest instalment of the most played English top flight game of all time. The bit there where I said illustrious what I really meant was plaque covered teeth sloth speaking try too hard mega scruffs. Just in case there was any lingering confusion.For a club with so much wonderful history and success they are unfortunately burdened with their fans. Its like meeting a boss bird, an easy nine out of ten, but shes got prominent arse grapes hanging out of the back. They're just there and you constantly know it.These crushingly dull bum berries of Birmingham could choose to watch the game and enjoy the experience of following their sound club but instead are covered absolutely filthy rotten from head to toe with cringe worthy behaviour. Or as the whoppers on social media like to call it now: banter.Lets get it right: banter is for geordies, Soccer AM fawning texans, deeply insecure but outwardly confident university students trying to hide their middle class upbringing in the student halls and lastly: degenerate gobshites.This isn't banter that I'm typing now, this is me as an Evertonian, calling you, Villa fans, a maelstrom of dim witted fucktards, and appealing with every last bit of goodwill in my heart to reconsider your approach to following a football club. Sincerely, please just try.No more of this MY LORD crap, or singing about fire drills when a load of baldy half-arsed-about-the-footie scouse dars go the bog or the bar before half time. No more dressing like meffs or your Farmfood quality tattoos. Absolute no more singing stuff about stuff. Dull stuff. Stop being the rancid anus of humanity, I implore you. We just want to watch the footie and guess what? You might even beat us. Sound that.But you go back to Birmingham, and most of us get to remain in Liverpool and the various wool areas surrounding it. So ultimately we win. Exclamation mark omitted.Theres a path for improvement there if you really want it and hopefully youll see the constructive criticism in these words is intended to provoke a moment of self realisation, and a subsequent amending of prior unacceptable ways. If you have internet or adult literacy in Birmingham yet anyway. It must crush you that your wools (West Brom, Stoke, Leicester etc) are on the whole far more easier to digest in company than yourselves. Come on now..."wordy, poor grammar
From them:"...lets put our hands together to welcome our illustrious opponents from down the M6 Aston Villa as they come to play the latest instalment of the most played English top flight game of all time. The bit there where I said illustrious what I really meant was plaque covered teeth sloth speaking try too hard mega scruffs. Just in case there was any lingering confusion.For a club with so much wonderful history and success they are unfortunately burdened with their fans. Its like meeting a boss bird, an easy nine out of ten, but shes got prominent arse grapes hanging out of the back. They're just there and you constantly know it.These crushingly dull bum berries of Birmingham could choose to watch the game and enjoy the experience of following their sound club but instead are covered absolutely filthy rotten from head to toe with cringe worthy behaviour. Or as the whoppers on social media like to call it now: banter.Lets get it right: banter is for geordies, Soccer AM fawning texans, deeply insecure but outwardly confident university students trying to hide their middle class upbringing in the student halls and lastly: degenerate gobshites.This isn't banter that I'm typing now, this is me as an Evertonian, calling you, Villa fans, a maelstrom of dim witted fucktards, and appealing with every last bit of goodwill in my heart to reconsider your approach to following a football club. Sincerely, please just try.No more of this MY LORD crap, or singing about fire drills when a load of baldy half-arsed-about-the-footie scouse dars go the bog or the bar before half time. No more dressing like meffs or your Farmfood quality tattoos. Absolute no more singing stuff about stuff. Dull stuff. Stop being the rancid anus of humanity, I implore you. We just want to watch the footie and guess what? You might even beat us. Sound that.But you go back to Birmingham, and most of us get to remain in Liverpool and the various wool areas surrounding it. So ultimately we win. Exclamation mark omitted.Theres a path for improvement there if you really want it and hopefully youll see the constructive criticism in these words is intended to provoke a moment of self realisation, and a subsequent amending of prior unacceptable ways. If you have internet or adult literacy in Birmingham yet anyway. It must crush you that your wools (West Brom, Stoke, Leicester etc) are on the whole far more easier to digest in company than yourselves. Come on now..."
Funny (well not haha funny) but most of that can be said about their lot too.Good club, fine history, shite fans. Like us, they travel in big numbers away. Unlike us, you barely hear a peep out of them. And when you do, it's that same sad song. Now that Leeds are gone, easily the most racist fans in the topflight. He's right about My Lord though. Time to stop it, it's dire. Was topical and reasonably amusing when McGrath went missing in 1994. Was mildly amusing circa 2006/7, in a retro way. Now, I'd be quite happy for the bobbies to baton charge anyone caught in our end singing it.