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rockers get up to?!?
At another point I'm sure I heard them extol the virtues of "Hemel Hempstead's Spa", and mysteriously declaring, "We are Norberts". They also invited "Tolkien, Tolkien, give us a wave!" I'm not sure what JJR is up to these days beyond counting royalties and hoping he doesn't have to feel his arse fall asleep during yet another screening of the Hobbit, but I'm almost certain he wasn't in the Leamington dug-out.
But by far the best, and more indistinct song of the day was one they deployed every few minutes, and one which not a single word was clearly distinguishable. However, with effort, and a sound knowledge of Leamington football, I believe I have managed to piece together the gist of the lyrics.
"Jamie Oliver, Jamie Oliver,
He makes a meal with lots of veal,
This mysterious song then pays homage to loanee 'keeper, Laurie Walker,
"Laurie, Laurie Walker,
He stops a goal, but God knows how,
Before plunging into the heart of the matter of growing European Union unrest,
"Francois Hollande, Francois Hollande,
He shags that cow, Angela Merkel,
If Leamington do manage to get promotion to Conference North we hope that they can sort out a few details and answer a few questions before making the step up. Firstly, for the love of God, sort out your chants. When you cannot tell which supporters are singing someone somewhere needs a few elocution lessons. Also, lets see if you are still so ebullient over long trips to Workingon, Blyth and possibly Barrow. Or let us all know where such an obviously great club has been hiding away in the past third of a century when we were playing in the Conference.
And can someone finally let us know if the old "AP" in AP Leamington stood for "All Piss-on", "Angry Pre-pubescent" or even "Anal Preferred."
We'd just like to know.