What a load of poop. They want an electric atmosphere, a sea of blue and white passionately belting out song after song to fire our lads through. But stay seated at all times and don't run on the pitch if we beat our most hated rivals to send us on to Wembley, please use your clap-banner...
Ahhh, go on then. How about.....
Over there!
Over there!
And do they smell?
Like faaarrrkin' 'ell,
Over there.........
I'll get this going in the 1901. It's time this little ditty was brought back.