The one I liked at Withdean was:
'Hoof it!!!! . . . . . . . . . . . quality hoof'. You were allowed to smoke charoots at the game, them too. Good evening, Mr 'Quality Hoof' wherever you are.
With acknowledgement to Stat Brother, of course, there was this and if our Pottytime turns out to be as shit as this we are doomed, DOOMED I tell thee! Potter OUT!!!