I would doubt anyone would really go up there and do anything. Anyone moronic enough to want to actually do so, probably wouldn't know where Fleetwood actually was! But it's ruddy funny that the little **** has left the town and gone into hiding. All because he was too fecking stupid to comprehend the consequences of tweeting that picture in the first place.
Very true mate, it was scary looking to the right and left and seeing the fans there with space around them while those of us in the middle pen could hardy breath or move,must have been the same for you.
And let he without sin, and all that. I just bet you we have our own scum with Munich 58 tatoos and 'insignia'.
What a moron he is but what's the point in plastering his families address and their names in this thread? Should just let the police deal with it.
I seriously doubt the Police would do stuff all about something like this. He has an opinion and he is entitled to it. Haters gonna hate...
Back in '92 Andy, when we played United in the last match of the season (and beat them! ) we went back to the Supporters Club in Lower Breck Rd for an almighty piss-up. My uncle had some mates over from Dublin, all United fans, who came with us and took it in good humour. About an hour in some d!ckhead came and sat deilberately by us, and he had a t-shirt with Munich '58 and a cartoon of a crashed airplane on it. He started to sing THAT song - my dad, who'd played for the RAF team in the war and had met Busby in the Army team at the time, kicked his chair from under him. The whole club laughed at the prick and he soon left. Point is, we all have our ****heads, haters who live to hate. It's an undoubted consequence of their miniscule penis's
agree but a tattoo is a whole different level of stupidity to a t-shirt methinks ps not making excuses for the moron in the t shirt AND MY NAME IS NOT ANDY
"AND MY NAME IS NOT ANDY" Sorry. This is for you... Four little words just to get me along It's a difficulty and I'm biting on my tongue and I I keep stalling, keeping me together People around gotta find something to say now Holding back, everyday the same Don't wanna be a loner Listen to me, oh no I never say anything at all But with nothing to consider They forget my name (ame, ame, ame) They call me "hell" They call me "Stacey" They call me "her" They call me "Jane" That's not my name That's not my name That's not my name That's not my name They call me quiet But I'm a riot Mary, Jo, Lisa Always the same That's not my name That's not my name That's not my name That's not my name I miss the catch if they throw me the ball I'm the last chick standing up against the wall Keep up, falling, these heels they keep me boring Getting glammed up and sitting on the fence now So alone all the time at night Lock myself away Listen to me, I'm not Although I'm dressed up, out and all with Everything considered They forget my name (ame, ame, ame) They call me "hell" They call me "Stacey" They call me "her" They call me "Jane" That's not my name That's not my name That's not my name That's not my name They call me quiet But I'm a riot yeah Mary, Jo, Lisa Always the same That's not my name That's not my name That's not my name That's not my name Are, you, calling, me, darling? Are, you, calling, me, bird? Are, you, calling, me, darling? Are, you, calling, me, bird?