You’re shit and you know you are
The BBC and the Guardian reports that there's a ?10,000 prize for a Chant Laureate of the football terraces (or seats as they are now, hatefully). Poet Laureate Andrew Motion is part of it, which is, er, promising. The sponsor says "Football chanting is a modern day art form".
For sure, there have been some very witty chants. When Pompey played Cardiff City in the late 80s, thousands of Welsh flag waving Bluebird fans filled the Away end. I was part of the remaining 20,000 bellowing, to the tune of "She'll be coming round the mountain": "You can stick your fucking dragon up your arse!"
I also remember January 10th 1984, when our great enemies Scumhampton visited in the FA Cup with their famous coach and ex-Royal Guardsman Lawrie McMenemy, and impish striker Steve Moran. A heaving crowd of 36,000 sang:
"Steve Moran! Steve Moran!
He shat and cum
All over Lawrie's bum
Steve Moran! Steve Moran!"
Oh yes, modern art.
