Seriously, type 'we all hate Leeds scum' or the other chant into YouTube and you're pretty much guaranteed a video of the Mancs singing it most games. Usually chucking beer at each other too, the weird scum ****faces. Almost every time I see them on Sky, the song makes an appearance. But of course we're hated with more intensity by you, Bradford and Huddersfield. The magic three. The towns full of Leeds fans.
The difference is we hate ManUre, they hate us back. You hate us, we couldn't care less. A genuine rivalry works both ways. FFS we hate Chelsea and Galatasaray more than we hate (care about) you.
I dont care much either what some bedsheet maker thinks about City, TWS followers in Hull get all excited about it though . I still get a laugh everytime i see Santa robbing the Pennine wool monkeys . Bates easily makes it into my top ten of football jokers
it was Lees, not Leeds. Leeds is a club, not a player. Jesus, if you can't even get your own players' names right, or even tell the difference between a club and a player for that matter...
An interesting theory, but one with zero basis in fact. Not an unsurprising position for a fan of TWS. The ones that want to believe it's not ironic tend to be the very ones the irony's aimed at, along with the more used but less noted RAH RAH RAH.
Then again, you would say that, wouldn't you? I'd certainly be trying if fans of my team were reciting that abortion of a song.
I'd leave this one if I was you 18, it's an ironic chant, it always has been and I now wonder if you're just trying to deflect attention from the fact the cringeworthy Marching on Together isn't ironic, but is simply piss poor.
Obviously yes I would, on the grounds I was there at its birth and its occasional uses so know full well what its purpose is. But hey, you wouldn't be TWS if you let little things like facts get in the way of your delusions. Nuggets. As Lambo says TWS "marching" and "champions", now that really is laughable. TWS that got into Europe couldn't afford to last long with the real big boys.
