Gilliver's Travels
Peripatetic
Quite an entertaining poll on the BBS. Seems many now consider their goal music a bit cringeworthy and, er, plastic.
So, is it all over for Glad All Over?
So, is it all over for Glad All Over?
Unreal that they are almost 50/50 on that poll. It just shows they have a catastrophic number of dribbling, slack-jawed, lobotomised DULLARDS inhabiting the tragic delapidated griefhole that is Selhurst.
Goal music is the most cringeworthy, two-bob piece of shite you could ever offer up after the ball has hit the net. But still, they even managed to top that, with the announcer calling out the goalscorers first name, to be followed by the crowd shrieking out his surname.
Woeful. Simply woeful.
The only music you need after a goal is twenty thousand fans cheering their heads off.
dribbling, slack-jawed, lobotomised DULLARDS...tragic delapidated griefhole...
9,000.
This is Palace goals, we're talking about.
9,000.
This is Palace goals, we're talking about.
Exactly, they've had it for years and years as well."Goal music"
"GOAL MUSIC"
They have the nerve to call US plastic. SO embarrassing. If you remember the results of a poll on here about goal music, you'll get a fairly good idea which of the two sides has the plastic, MLS support.
Annddddddyyyyyy......JOHNSONNNN!
Ahahaha you tinpot twats.
Stunning wordage.
What do you expect? They have a twat with a drum and a half-time bird show for fucks sake.
They are dripping with plastic-ness. In fact, the only difference between Palace and other plastic clubs is that people don't actually GO to Palace games.
What do you expect? They have a twat with a drum and a half-time bird show for fucks sake.
They are dripping with plastic-ness. In fact, the only difference between Palace and other plastic clubs is that people don't actually GO to Palace games.
Unreal that they are almost 50/50 on that poll. It just shows they have a catastrophic number of dribbling, slack-jawed, lobotomised DULLARDS inhabiting the tragic delapidated griefhole that is Selhurst.
Goal music is the most cringeworthy, two-bob piece of shite you could ever offer up after the ball has hit the net. But still, they even managed to top that, with the announcer calling out the goalscorers first name, to be followed by the crowd shrieking out his surname.
Woeful. Simply woeful.