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FIRSTLY" I BLEED S.T.F.C BLOOD"THROUGH THICK AND THIN.I WAS A REGULAR MATCH GOER HOME AND AWAY FOR YEARS AND "A PROUD TOWNENDER" I NOW LIVE  IN BRIDLINGTON YORKS ONLY GET TO SEE THE TOWN A COUPLE OF TIMES A YEAR  DUE TO MONEY AND DISTANCE,I WILL BE GOING TO WEMBLEY. HOPEFULLY IN THE SINGING SECTION,BUT IM NOT A SEASON TICKET HOLDER OR REGULAR ANYMORE.WHY ALL THE ANIMOSITY AGAINST NON REGULARS,  THE MORE SWINDON FANS THERE, THE BETTER THE ATMOSPHERE,LETS SHOW THE WORLD  HOW BIG STFC CAN AND WILL BE.SO ALL THE NOBHEADS COMPLAINING ABOUT PART TIMERS, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND THINK OF THE BIGGER PICTURE. "COME ON YOU REDS"ONWARDS AND UPWARDS.

WHY ARE YOU SHOUTING ????

THIS

70s has got a point. Better atmosphere lastnight with the added nummbers and the money always comes in handy.

For what it's worth I agree with all the posters.

WEMBLEY, IT'S WEMBLEY

*Wemberley

HE SHOUTS WHEN HE WANT'S

70s should shut the fuck up the stupid northern swine

LOUD NOISES

I DON'T KNOW WHAT WE'RE YELLING ABOUT.

I'M IN A GLASS BOX OF EMOTION

I AGREE WITH HIM - MY FIRST GAME IN 4 YEARS AFTER 35+ YEARS AS A 'REGULAR'

IT'S SO DAMN HOT. MILK WAS A BAD CHOICE.

YOU ARE A SMELLY PIRATE HOOKER

I LOVE LAMP

ALL THIS SHOUTING IS GOING TO WAKE UP THAT GROUP OF NASTY TROLLS THAT LIVE DOWN THE ROAD

I HAVE MANY LEATHER-BOUND BOOKS AND MY APARTMENT SMELLS OF RICH MAHOGANY

I HATE OXFORD, BRISTOL, THE FACT ITS WINTER, I HATE THE COLOUR BLUE WHEN ITS USED WITH YELLOW, I HATE THE DAILY MAIL, AND MOST OF ALL I HATE ALL CAPS RAGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WHEN IN ROME

FUCK ME IT'S LOUD ON HERE TODAY!

I POINT AT AEROPLANES

I LOVE SCOTCH. SCOTCHY, SCOTCH, SCOTCH. HERE IT GOES DOWN, DOWN INTO MY BELLY...

Ha, ha,  I haven't been to a single game this season after having a season ticket for 3 years. I'll be going to wembley though.
My circumstances changed this season,  am I a rubbish fan/ plastic?  :-[

YES

I plan to go to the game with my dad (who is a season ticket holder) and my gf, who had never heard of Swindon until I educated her (She is always happy when Connell scores as she thinks he is Irish). She will probably sit down and not sing, will she be safe from the nasty Swindon fans who might mock her for being 'plastic'?

PLEASE, DO CONTINUE

NO  
 :(

 No self respecting hardcore Town fan will go anywhere near Wembley...well maybe Barnet on Saturday.

 You won't catch DV or Yeovil there.

PANDA WATCH

MAMP DOES IT FOR ME.

OH MY GOD JEREMY, THERE'S A SAUSAGE MISSING

SHE WILL BE BURNT AT THE STAKE!

BRICK, WHERE DID YOU GET A HAND GRENADE?

 

There was a time,

a time before cable,

when the local anchorman

reigned supreme,

when people believed
everything they heard on TV.
This was an age when only men
were allowed to read the news.
And in San Diego, one anchorman
was more man than the rest.
His name was Ron Burgundy.
He was like a god
walking amongst mere mortals.
He had a voice that could
make a wolverine purr,
and suits so fine
they made Sinatra
look like a hobo.
In other words,
Ron Burgundy was the balls.
Mmm. I look good.
I mean, really good.
Hey, everyone!
Come and see how good I look!
Mm, ehh, mm.
Ribs. I had ribs for lunch.

That's why I'm doing this.







How now brown cow.

How now brown cow.







How now brown cow.







How are you?

You look awfully nice tonight. Hmm?







Maybe don't wear

a bra next time.







No, I was talking to you.

No, not her.







I don't know her name.

What is it?







Lanolin?







La-lanolin?

Like sheep's wool?







Unique New York.







Unique New York.







Mm, I love Scotch.







I love Scotch.

Scotchy, Scotch, Scotch.







Here it goes down.







Down into my belly.

Mm-mm-mm.







The arsonist

has oddly shaped feet.







How much time?

?  seconds?







- You are on.

- I'm on right now?







I don't believe you.







Ron!







Oh, come on. Audrey.







I look like hell.

I got bags under my eyes.







What's that?

If you were a man,







I'd punch you right

in the mouth.







That's bush.

Bush league.







The human torch was denied

a bank loan.







You hear me?

Audrey, look at me!







I'm sorry.







All right?

I'm sorry.







Ha ha!

Ha ha ha ho!







Ha ha ho.







Ha oh!







All right, we're on.







Ready, Phil.







We're on in five, four...







When the clock struck :







it meant one thing

for Ron Burgundy







and his news team:

Go time.







Channel  News,







Channel  News,







with five-time

Emmy award-winning anchor







Ron Burgundy.







Champ Kind, sports.







Ooh! Hoo-hoo!







Brick Tamland, weather.







And your reporter in the field,

Brian Fantana.







It's Channel  News

at :.







Good evening.

I'm Ron Burgundy,







and this is what's happening

in your world tonight.







A La Jolla man clings to life

at a university hospital







after being viciously attacked

by a pack of wild dogs







in an abandoned pool.







Hey, everybody! Shut the hell up!

Ron Burgundy's on!







Authorities are still

uncertain as to why the man







- was loitering...

- Ron Burgundy.







Oh, my gosh!

She said her first words!







Right now it's *

in our fair city,







and compare that to *

in the upper Northwest







and *

in the Middle East.







Off the coast

of Tampa Bay yesterday,







one lucky cameraman

happened to catch







an unusual

aquatic daredevil.







What you're about to see

is a Channel  News exclusive.







His name is

Nutty the Squirrel,







and he's three years old.







How 'bout that?







That squirrel

can water-ski.







- Man, that's hilarious.

- Yeah, that's good.







For all of us here

at News Center







I'm Ron Burgundy.







You stay classy,

San Diego.







You stay classy, San Diego.







Listen up.

The ratings just came in for last month.







We are number one.

We just grabbed every key demographic.







- Super-duper, gang!

- Yeah! Yeah!







Super-duper!

That's nice!







Way to go!

Neat-o, gang.







- Yes!

- Boy, Ed.







That is good news.

I gotta be honest.







- Congrats, congrats.

- That is good news!







- All right!

- Stick around.







Make sure these guys

don't party too much.







- They don't really ever listen to me.

- Just get it done.







Ladies and gentlemen,

can I please have your attention?







Ladies and gentlemen,

can I please have your attention?







I've just been handed

an urgent







and horrifying news story.







I need all of you

to stop what you're doing







and listen.







Cannonball!







Yes, these fellas were a real news team.







Burgundy, of course,

was the foundation, the rock.







But each member brought their own

special something to the equation.







People call me

the Bri-man.







I'm the stylish one

of the group.







I know what

you're asking yourself,







and the answer is yes,

I have a nickname for my penis.







It's called the Octagon.







But I also nicknamed

my testes.







My left one

is James Westfall,







and my right one is

Dr. Kenneth Noisewater.







You ladies play your cards right,

you might get to meet the whole gang.







Bang, boom, they were

showing lasers







every Friday night.







Champ here.

I'm all about havin' fun.







You know, get a couple

of cocktails in me,







start a fire

in someone's kitchen.







Maybe go to SeaWorld,

take my pants off.







Anyway, I've become

kind of famous







for my signature catchphrase,

"Whammy!"







As in, "Gene Tenace

at the plate...







and whammy!"







Whammy!







I'm Brick Tamland.







People seem to like me

because I am polite







and I'm rarely late.







I like to eat ice cream,







and I really enjoy

a nice pair of slacks.







Years later,

a doctor will tell me







that I have an IQ of







and am what some people call







"mentally retarded."







Hello!







- Whoo! Marco!

- Polo!







- Brian.

- You having a good time?







- I'm having a great time.

- That makes two of us.







You've gotta meet this girl.







She used to be a Charger cheerleader,

but she broke her pelvis.







Sherri,

meet Ron Burgundy.







- Hey, Ron.

- Hello.







- I've got a big story for you.

- Mm-hmm.







And it's right here.







Well, hello.







You pointed to your boobies.







Oh, my God, you did!







- Ron Burgundy?

- Yes?







I have had a crush on you

since I was a little girl.







Let's go somewhere.







I'm telling you, it don't

get no better than this.







We've been coming

to the same party for  years,







and in no way

is that depressing.







Ahh.







By the beard of Zeus!







Excuse me.







Ron, where you going?

What, are you crazy? Ron!







If you're coming down the baseline,

you gotta take home plate from me!







So there I go,

head first, boom!







I've lost her.







Ohh.







Hello.







Hello.







Hope I'm not disturbing

you, but, uh,







I saw you from across

the party, and, uh,







I don't usually do this, but I felt

compelled to tell you something.







You have...







an absolutely

breathtaking...







heinie.







I mean, that thing is good.







I want to be friends with it.







Well, you certainly know

how to compliment a woman.







Now, if you'll excuse me.







Do you know who I am?







No, I can't say that I do.







I don't know how to put this,







but I'm kind of a big deal.







Really?







People know me.







I've very happy for you.







I'm very important.







I have...







many leather-bound books,







and my apartment







smells of rich mahogany.







I... I'm friends

with Merlin Olsen, too.







He comes over on occasion.







That's stupid.







No, no, that's...

very exciting.







Listen, can I...







can I start over again?







Sure.







I wanna say something.

I'm gonna put it out there.







If you like it,

you can take it.







If you don't,

send it right back.







Mm-hmm.







I wanna be on you.







Wait. Wait, wait,

wait, wait, wait.







I...







I wanna be on you.







Yoo-hoo!







Baxter!







Papa's home.







There he is.

There's my little man.







You're okay?







Of course I met

a lady tonight.







This one was different.

I have to be honest.







Quite different.







What...







I'm lonely?

I'm not lonely!







I'm beloved by everyone

in San Diego.







Wow.







You know how to cut

to the core of me, Baxter.







You're so wise.







You're like

a miniature Buddha







covered in hair.







Come again?







You know I don't speak Spanish.

In English, please.







Huh?







You pooped in the refrigerator?







And you ate a whole wheel of cheese?







How'd you do that?







I'm not even mad.

That's amazing.







I forgive you.







What do you say we get you

in your pj's and hit the hay?







Bedtime. Okay, come on.

Let's go. Come on.







Oh, that was one

crazy party.







I am hung over.







Tell me about it.







I woke up this morning







and I shit a squirrel.







I mean it.

Literally.







Hell of it is,

damn thing's still alive.







So I got this

shit-covered squirrel







down there in the office.







Don't know what to name it.







I'm sorry, Champ.







I think I ate

your chocolate squirrel.







All right, guys.

Let's focus up.







Morning, everyone.







Here are the stories

we're going to be chasing today.







It looks like Ling Wong,







the rare panda

at the San Diego Zoo, is pregnant.







This is a big one.







This could be the big

story of the summer.







Network is gonna be wanting

plenty of coverage.







And speaking of network,

word on the street is







they're looking

for a new anchor.







- So, Ron...

- Huh? Network?







Are they here?







A lot of you have been hearing

the affiliates complaining







about a lack of diversity

on the news team.







What in the hell's diversity?







Well, I could be wrong,







but I believe diversity

is an old, old wooden ship







that was used

during the Civil War era.







I would be surprised

if the affiliates were concerned







about the lack

of an old wooden ship,



Burgundy!







Today we spell redemption







R-O-N.







Burgundy!

Burgundy!







Ron, you're my hero!







Ron, I think you've got

a story to report.







Are you sure, Ed?







Do it.







It's the story

you were born to tell.







San Diego's waiting.

Go get 'em.







Make way!







Ron Burgundy's about

to report on pandas!







Count me down.

Three.







You're live, Mr. Burgundy.







This is Ron Burgundy,







proudly reporting once again

for Channel  News.







Today's story is one

of the more remarkable things







ever to happen

to San Diago







or even the world.







But in order

to properly retell it,







I'm going to need

some help







from my co-anchor,







Miss Veronica Corningstone.







- High-pressure system...

- No, no, no, no, Brick.







- High-pressure system...

- Go stand over there.







Oh, Ron.







Ron, there are literally

thousands of men







that I should

be with instead,







Yes, redemption

was sweet for Ron Burgundy.







Yes!

Ron!







- As for the news team:

- Stop it! Ron!







Champ Kind went on to become

a commentator for the NFL,







but was later fired

after being accused







of sexual harassment

by Terry Bradshaw.







Excuse me.







Is that Sex Panther

you're wearing?







Brian Fantana went on

to have great success







as the host of the hit

reality TV show







"Intercourse Island"

on the Fox Network.







Anyone seen Brick?







- Brick?

- Don't! That tickles!







No, that tickles me!

Come on!







Brick Tamland

is married with  children







and is one of the top

political advisors







to the Bush White House.







I'm gonna get you!

I'm gonna get you!







And Ron and Veronica

didn't stay in San Diego long.







I chose them

as my replacement,







and they became the first

mixed-gender network news team,







and they're still

doing it today.







From all of us here

at the World News Center,







I'm Veronica Corningstone.







And I'm Ron Burgundy.







You stay classy, planet Earth.







Oh!

Great Odin's raven!







Oh!

By the hammer of Thor!







Oh!

Saint Damien's beard!







Sweet grandmother's spatula!







Oh! Hot pot of coffee!







Uncle Jonathan's

corncob pipe!







I'm gonna shoot you with a BB gun

when you're not looking.







In the back of the head.







I'm sorry.







You're not very bright.

You know that, right?







You're actually

quite a dullard.







Everyone here knows it.







If I'm a dullard,

you're the, uh, the dull...







Oh! Can't think of

anything to say, can you?







Yes, I can. I can think

of a lot of things to say.







Like, you're a dirty bitch.







Well, Ron, I'm gonna

put poison...







Oh, my God!







I drank a lava lamp.

It wasn't lava.







I ate a whole bunch

of fiberglass insulation.







It wasn't cotton candy

like that guy said.







My stomach's itchy.







I pooped a hammer.







I pooped

a tape recorder.







I pooped

a Cornish game hen.







Uh...







Nope.







You do not take

a tone with me,







'cause I will give you a rap right

on the Jack Johnson!







- Okay.

- Yes.







Now this

is happenin'.







What are

you doing?







- Hah!

- What are you doing?







What are you...







Action.







We'll go back to doing

what I do best...







I guess we'll go back to doing

what I do best, show off.







When do we

get started?







When do we get started?







- That's my line.

- When do we get started?







You say,

"Whenever you like."







Whenever you like.







Keep it rollin'.

This is good stuff.







...an area bank

in a daring...







Probably not the same one.

Probably not the same guy.







Brick, before I let you go,







are you still having your celebrity

golf tournament this summer?







No, too many people

died last year.







So we're not gonna do...







Sorry. Sorry.







They named it

San Diego.







Which in German means,

"a whale's vagina."







This is the most

ridiculous thing ever.







Way to handle him.

That was nice.







It sure is good

to be number one.







It sure beats the hell

out of number two.







We are laughing!







And we are

very good friends.







Good buddies sharing

a special moment.







Don't say anything, Ron.

Just let it happen.







We're laughing,

enjoying our friendship.







And someday we'll look back

on this with much fondness.







Yeah.







Yeah.

AXS KILLED THE FUN.

BUKKAKE REGIMENT

Part me of wants to redeem the last trip there - the match in effect is pointless - a no lose situation. In so much that whether we win or lose it has no baring on whether we win this shite tinpot league of not

....anyway, with the nature of the thread

BAZINGA

WHAT?

Every club has fans with elements of elitism. Go to whatever match you want to, don't worry about what others think.

This is unless you want to go to a ground with three stands.

Shouting aside, I completely agree. My brother spends his life on this bloody forum, loves the club, but has very valid reasons for not being able to make a lot of games. I went to barnet away in the jpt with a lifelong town fan who hasnt been able to get to games for a while, but celebrated flint's goal and sang all night as if we were beating barca. Some of us are fortunate enough (from a pure football perspective) to have lives uncomplicated enough to allow us to attend frequently.

This doesn't mean I won't continue to give my brother shit for not coming to more games though...

I'll be there with my two boys for only my third game of the season. My youngest plays footy now on a Saturday morning and so we did not renew our season tickets. It's a pain but there is no way I can get to Swindon after he has played. People do have genuine reasons and I will be bringing my cousins husband with me, a lifelong Town fan, who has not been all season... He lives in Athens so has a fairly decent excuse. As far as I'm concerned, the more the merrier. The singing section and the family section are excellent ideas and the fact that we won't be surrounded by Millwall knuckledraggers might encourage a few more to get into the spirit of the day.

I'm not going.

Sorry, I mean I'M NOT GOING.

SORRY, WHY ARE WE ALL SHOUTING? I CAN'T BE FUCKED TO READ THE WHOLE THREAD.

See...told you.

Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Sonic's going Lillestrøm replica kit shopping that day.

They play in yellow. You sicken me Sonic.