Pre brum match thread

[Lako42]

I was mega pissed off last night after the moan in, BUT lets get behind the useless wankers




[size=+6]NIGEL WORTHINGTON'S......[/size]

 

[Spanky Fox]

Blue army

 

[western road]

We might see Fryatt in a different mood tonight...hopefully seeing as Brum were supposed to be interested in him,

Midfield is the action area tonight if we dont get a grip of that ...then its goodnight ........oh feck me I forgot we aint got one have we,....oh well lump up to good old Hume see if he can do owt

 

[cleefox]

I'm just about to set off now. Really tense. Lets hope they can put in a good performance and get the right result. Safe journey to all you travelling Foxes See you all tomorrow.

BLUE ARMY!

 

[From Gradel to Grave]

I've got a seven o'clock meeting. :icon_sad:

 

[Lako42]

I've got a seven o'clock meeting. :icon_sad:

**** the meeting get down. ive made a late decision to spend my last bit of money till monday on the game. im a wanker

 

[From Gradel to Grave]

hohoho!

Santa lives in Sandwich. Fact!

 

[Spanky Fox]

**** the meeting get down. ive made a late decision to spend my last bit of money till monday on the game. im a wanker

Its well worth is lako,

 

[Lako42]

Its well worth is lako,

after this season im pretty sure it wont be

 

[Boy Genius]

**** the meeting get down. ive made a late decision to spend my last bit of money till monday on the game. im a wanker

Thats so honest of you Lako........

 

[SJN-Fox]

**** the meeting get down. ive made a late decision to spend my last bit of money till monday on the game. im a wanker

And it does you good, like it feckin' well should...

 

[Lako42]

Thats so honest of you Lako........

cant deny it, only to the mrs

 

[Boy Genius]

And it does you good, like it feckin' well should...

Ivor Bigun and the Red Nosed Burglars........

 

[Spanky Fox]

i'm finished at work, can't wait till tonight even tho i won't be there i will be 110% behind the team like all the other guys, and i cant wait to get 3points over the brummies, hope you all enjoy the evening and leicester to win tonight wooohoooo

COME ON YOU FOXESSSS!!!!!

 

[Gonza]

I don't know whether to look forward to this game or dread it. I just hope they can finally send us fans away from the Walkers with a little something to cheer about!

 

[Brown Nose]

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with Leicester's dead.
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of Brummies blow in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage;
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Let pry through the portage of the head
Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it
As fearfully as doth a galled rock
O'erhang and jutty his confounded base,
Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide,
Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit
To his full height. On, on, you noblest City.
Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof!
Fathers that, like so many Alexanders,
Have in these parts from morn till even fought
And sheathed their swords for lack of argument:
Dishonour not your mothers; now attest
That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you.
Be copy now to men of grosser blood,
And teach them how to war. And you, good yeoman,
Whose limbs were made in Leicester, show us here
The mettle of your pasture; let us swear
That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not;
For there is none of you so mean and base,
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game's afoot:
Follow your spirit, and upon this charge
Cry 'Leicestershire La, La, La!'

 

[From Gradel to Grave]

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with Leicester's dead.
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of Brummies blow in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage;
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Let pry through the portage of the head
Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it
As fearfully as doth a galled rock
O'erhang and jutty his confounded base,
Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide,
Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit
To his full height. On, on, you noblest City.
Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof!
Fathers that, like so many Alexanders,
Have in these parts from morn till even fought
And sheathed their swords for lack of argument:
Dishonour not your mothers; now attest
That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you.
Be copy now to men of grosser blood,
And teach them how to war. And you, good yeoman,
Whose limbs were made in Leicester, show us here
The mettle of your pasture; let us swear
That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not;
For there is none of you so mean and base,
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game's afoot:
Follow your spirit, and upon this charge
Cry 'Leicestershire La, La, La!'

It worked for Henry the Fifth. It's worth a shot.

 

[homer]

It worked for Henry the Fifth. It's worth a shot.

Is that that old bastard who used to play the post horn gallop ?

 

[From Gradel to Grave]

Is that that old bastard who used to play the post horn gallop ?

Horny Henry was worth shooting. It's a subtle distinction.

 

[SJN-Fox]

If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!