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Alf’s over the shoulder volley.

City when we won the championship,city 6-2, Bradford early 90’s with a couple hundred others and the Ipswich end for our 4-1 are a few of note.

That’s when we were at one as a club, the fans, the manager even the local rag.

Holy shit little John Hartson and fat Frank. And the female singing tits and fanny.

Those two piss heads were the best thing to happen at the reebok in years. They woke our miserable fans into life. How did he get back in the ground after throwing his season ticket at freedman.

How long is it going to take for dougie to educate the fans then?

That team would butcher ours.

Watching teletext is better than tower.

Promotion versus Preston. A mess before and after in the king bill.

This was the closest any team could get.

That's exactly what we said dog shit throughout, then missed two sitters on purpose.

Pitch invasion at bury pre-season.

Brownies at Bournemouth set everything in motion for the next 15-20.

Had him at our wedding, and I must say he had a smell to him. #savethelion

They couldn't stand 600 sheets