My tweeness threshold has been well and truly passed in the wake of our defeat at Aldershot in the FA Cup. Their fans hated Woking. Our fans hated Woking. And sang each other songs to that effect. And then applauded each other.
Post match you couldn't find an Aldershot fan who didn't think we were a credit to our league (whatever league it was), and thought we gave a good account of ourselves, and on another day might have forced a draw, etc etc. Our support was more numerous and more noisy than most teams they play, blah, blah. We should win our league at a canter......
In return our fans thanked theirs for the hospitality, and spent more time shaking hands with the home fans than watching the game.
What's wrong with all you people!!!
What's wrong for a bit of verbal rough and tumble? What's wrong with picking on an opposition player for absolutely no reason and abusing him in a cruelly ironic way for 90 minutes? Or single out an opposing supporter for a bit of brusque banter? Or singing a song about the opposition Manager's bags of sweets and cheesy smile?
I didn't hear one bloody chorus of "Shit ground....!", or "In your Aldershot slums... (mind you, that one hasn't been heard since 1981). And no one was threatened with getting a lift home in a Kettering (or, strictly speaking, a North Hampshire NHS Foundation Trust Ambulance) ambulance.
When did we all become so bloody meek?!?!
Mind you, the pitch was the best I've ever seen, the steward I spoke to was absolutely darling, and their second goal was a thing of beauty.......
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| Look at that pitch! God, I'd have loved to have got Aldershot back to Latimer Park if only to see them try to play on our surface! |
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