|"What's that bloody racket?"|
It always amazes me that although we may have shed upwards of a thousand fans in recent years we have still managed to cling onto a handful of the most hateful f*ckwits inside or outside of a football ground. Why do they keep coming when they so obviously hate everything to do with the club? Beats me. We've all silently suffered through their constant, unbelievable verbal bile. We've all had to bite our tongues to stop ourselves telling them what we think of their senseless tirades.
But no, this isn't the "bloody racket" I've alluded to. And be advised, if you read further, you do with my warning that I may just ruin your afternoon.....
|"OCH, AE EEEEEE!"|
Whilst Marcus is known for his laid-back demeanour, Steve is the more animated and vocal member of the off-field team. More vocal. Far more. His shrill extolling, encouraging and condemnations cut through all the other bubble and grumble inside Latimer Park. Five hundred of us have no chance of drowning out Steve's powerful, high-pitched, Calendonian pipes.
Steve's shrill din is not a problem as such. Hopefully the players benefit from his banshee's of wisdom. However, once your ears have tuned into the frequency of his shrieking it is almost impossible to tune it out again. It becomes all you can hear until the final whistle drowns him out for another week. Have a listen at the next home game. See if you can shake his voice out of your head once it's lodged there!