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He was a hard done by manager - no transfer budget. Soon as he went the money mysteriously reappeared. Here is one that is sung today, but wrongly: Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey hey, Brighton (and not . . . . Britonnovealbion - doesn't bloody scan! Kids today . . . cah!)

We will hear it again . . . . Along with 'We're phucking brilliant'!

Italia! Italia! (Really crap chant for Lorenzo Pinamonte)

Sorry, I was a bit rude. No call for that.

I'd rather have a boyfriend than be Welsh . . . . . You're too ugly to be gay

In your Northern Slums In your Northern Slums You look in the dustbin for something to eat You find a dead cat and you think its a treat In your Northern slums

Its was 'widdle', and I assume you are too young to have stood on the North Stand. Unlike some of the northern grounds, at least the chances of someone peeing down the back of your leg was pretty low in the North Stand. We are so refined in the South - Lol!

But that's missing the whole point. That one is sung regularly, surely? :-)

The one about the knock-kneed chicken and the bow-legged hen . . . .