O flower of Scotland When will we see your like again That fought and died for Your wee bit hill and glen And stood scat porn against him Proud Edward's army And sent him homeward Tae think again The hills are bare now And autumn leaves lie thick and still O'er land that is lost now Which those so dearly held And stood against him Proud Edward's army And sent him homeward Tae think again Those days are passed now And in the past they must remain But we can scat porn still rise now And be the nation again That stood against him Proud Edward's army And sent him homeward Tae think again Come on ye Scotland I predict 2-1 the Braveheart Tartan Terrors up the ra
Ma granny played fur Scotland, She nearly scored a goal, She done the splits, and burst her tits, and the ball went up her hole.
No us Pud it was them ****head ****s. Pitch invasion, bottles of piss being thrown everywhere, corner flags being used as spears, coins thrown, seats ripped out, a couple of police officers injured, a few pubs refurbished....... just your average Bristol derby, nothing to write home about
I love how "bottles of piss" always get a mention in amongst crowd trouble. My hat is doffed to anyone who is so prepared for a rammy.
Sky I think. There's been Belgian steamers belting out songs outside my office since half 8 this morning. Not a. Single bit of Belgian fanny seen so far though, which is disappointing.
**** you and your optimistic outlook. Ahm tempted to go up and throw some bottled piss at the Belgies. Scotland 2 Belgies 1 is my prediction
I heard them too. They sounded stocious and I was just sipping on my first latte of the day. I hope Scotland send these ruffians back with their barbarous tails between their legs.
As I was was walking past St Pauls a lassie grabbed me by the balls I gave her a shilling, she was willing I gave her a smack, she opened her crack And i got stuck in with my Union Jack