Hello, Hello, We are the Busby Boys 
 Hello, Hello, We are the Busby Boys Oh FFS GTF. TF is this ****e? Do you know how you sound when you sing this? Hi, hi Weâre the Busby boys, guys!!! Hi, hi Weâre the Busby boys, guys!!! Exactly. And if you are a City fanâ¦. Stop. Why is this line so unutterably gay? 
Please tell me you know what I mean? Itâs so weak, so weedy, so rattle in hand and so super hurrah and so student wearing Harry Potter glasses. I despise it. Oh violence, leave these shores. â¦..Surrender or you'll die, PSML
 We will follow Uâ¦niiiiiâ¦ted Yada yada and Gâ¦.TF. Well, FFS, come on. Man U? OMFG man up. Lady *****s. So thatâs one way of looking at things, of course, and Iâll get back to the other way of looking at things very shortly, for sure. But Rangers fans must be trying to chew their way out of their restraints every time they have the misfortune of hearing Man Utd fans sing this song, because they really, really, really sing it badly. It's rushed, it's English, it's awful. Hullo, Hullo We are the Billy Boys Hullo, Hullo <alzheimerâs> Youâll know us by our noise Weâre up to our knees in Fenian blood Surrender or youâll die Tra la la la la la la la laaaaa Now that's a song. Revolting, obviously, and laughable on almost too many levels, but if you've ever sat in the bottom deck of the Broomloan Road Stand and had this hurled at you from three directions (and above), then you'll have realised that stadiums can very literally "rock", as the more excitable commentators would have it. Magnificent. Man Utd fans (and their manager) should hang their heads in shame.
Hello, Monaco, how are you doing? Welcome to the sparkling, all-inclusive Aberdeen board. With the exception of a poster called Jip Jap Staam, I’ve not really seen much evidence that Manchester Utd fans are able to laugh at themselves on this site. Have you? I have a hunch, as well, that the moderators on their boards may deem such a post as being inappropriate. Unspoken rule: we must not laugh at Manchester Utd or her fans, for they are prissy and prone to tantrums. I could be wrong. Besides, I could do without the grief. <codewordforcowardice>
Fair point, I got a thread removed from there in May for trying to sell two CL final tickets, admittedly I was selling them at an inflated price, but who wouldn't?
I suspect that half of those views will have been me, Mahatma. On those unfortunately all too rare occasions I'm on this site, I tend to be rather obsessive - constantly checking to see who might be looking at what. (If I were joking right now, I'd feel an awful lot happier about the state of my life, for definite.) Still, 125+ views can't be bad. You could be onto something, though. Aberdeen fans have an awful lot to feel shy about. And what is there to discuss about the Aberdeen team? After we've said "oh my God, I hope this gets better soon" there's not a lot left to say. We need one of our players to rape someone, to be honest.
Quite right. If people are going to get all sniffy about being ripped off, what the hell has the world come to? Jeezo. I say we ignore these guys, Monaco, and let them stew.
Haha, I just don't see why it is only tickets that can't be sold at a higher price. If I was selling a car worth 10 grand for 11 grand, nothing would be said, except maybe a, "well done, you got a good price for your car!"
Well said - it needed said - and well said. (I think this line may come from an ancient comedy show called, I think, "Absolutely". Could be wrong.) But that's a fair enough point you make, actually. No real arguments there. (And now that you come to mention it, I do seem to remember you trying to tout some tickets, although I have a price tag of £2500 in my head. Which can't be right, surely.)
I went looking for it (I've no idea why, either), but I can't watch the clips on Youtube here in Ireland, so didn't really see why I should bring it here for you to watch, Mahatma. I saw all these sketches on a chunky VHS tape about nine years ago, if memory serves, and the Post Office one is a beauty. (I have "G for "gnome"" in my mind, for some reason, as Calum spells out his surname to a dumbfounded desk clerk and the reassuring "it's alright, it's me" when he's asked - and refuses - to show some photo identity. I think most people who grew up in Scotland will have known a Calum Gilhooly. I certainly did. Davy Bond.) Hmm. If you refer to "Absolutely", then fair enough. If you refer to the price you were trying to hawk your tickets for, however, then your car analogy surely lies in tatters, you manky wee grasping bandit. This would surely make the tickets about ten times the asking price, which means you'd be selling your £10,000 wreck of a car (and I bet you fiddled the mileage) for a cool £100,000. This, by any estimation, is theft. I like you.
Well, for starters, i wasn't selling a bastard car. Secondly, yes, that was my asking price for the two tickets and yes that was about 10 times the asking price, which is about a grand profit(on each) which is the same as I would have got on the car(if I was selling one, which I'm not!). There is no need to bring in what percentage was made on each item when we are talking about cash in this instance.
I can't say I'm surprised, Monaco - not at those prices. Now I'm just left wondering if you managed to sell the tickets at all. I mean, would you pay that much for a football ticket? People are mad. (Obviously, I hope that you did - why not? - but I'm not sure I'll ever understand why people might pay such a price for these things. It seems like a form of madness.) I'll need to take your word for this. It sounds fierce and convincing and I have it in mind that you work around money so I'll simply nod my head in mute and appreciative assent. Good luck with selling the car.
I actually only got 2,200 for them I think, but with there being an English team in the final, playing Barca, at Wembley, I would say it was me that got ripped off. Do you know anybody who would like to buy a car, for the very reasonable price of 15 grand?!
Interesting use of the word "only", but nice one for gathering such a price for your goods. If people want to pay, then people want to pay. End of story, really. It's an outrage. It's probably too late to pursue the buyers through the courts, unfortunately. You'll just have take your £2,200 for two football tickets and like it. Look, I'm not saying you're the kind of guy who would like to kiss the soft skin on her neck whilst brushing your left hand over the hardening nipples in her flimsy blouse, okay - I would never say such a thing, it's disgusting - but you'd really like my mother, Monaco. She'd buy your fake car in a ticky. Add a zero onto your asking price and she'd still be game. Just so long as she can say "but he seemed such a respectable young man, he was wearing a tie" after the event, I reckon you could sell the credulous old mope just about anything you set your mind to. Tiny wee garage - more like a shed in its construction, really - for her tiny wee car? £37,500. I've given up trying to protect my inheritance. I just sort of feel she deserves what she gets these days, to be fair. I'll forward you her details.
I foresee a problem: I never want to see you say something this funny at my expense, Monaco - it would kill me - so I'm heading you off at the pass, stealing the potential future funny and making it my own.
Lolcano. Like reading Leo Lolstoy whilst eating Spaghetti Lolognese in The Loliday Inn. Lolocaust. Playing Lolitaire here, Psycho. Psml.
