simonsimon
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- Dec 31, 2004
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Most Portsmouth bound trains would not stop @ inbred Lancing.
Why would they get off the train at Lancing if they live in Portsmouth?
Why would they get off the train at Lancing if they live in Portsmouth?
Why would they get off the train at Lancing if they live in Portsmouth?
Why would they get off the train at Lancing if they live in Portsmouth?
For the same reason a load of Brighton and Pompey met at Worthing would be logiacl. It gets on my nerves this. Just let them go somewhere at the end of the game and let them get on with it. Everyone else can go home, the pubs dont get bothered and I dont have to pay for some spotty 26 year old in a policeman's uniforms overtime. Maybe an industrial esate can hire out their facilities and as its private property then like boxing they can let them fight all night and everyone's happy
Because thats where they were told to meet, those who turned up got filled in
Quite. They don't even need football as a backdrop. Just let consenting sadsacks beat the shit out of each other in complete anonymity. Nobody cares.
Quite. They don't even need football as a backdrop. Just let consenting sadsacks beat the shit out of each other in complete anonymity. Nobody cares.
Why we pay a load of policemen a full time salar to worry about Brightons element baffles me. Just let them do it somewhere out of the way and get those police who spend their weeks looking at mug shots and following btn everywhere catching a few burglars would be how I would spend my taxes, but there we go.
Cos the minute one of them gets killed or brain-damaged, their family will be on TV asking why it wasn't stopped.
No mat just call it a martial art or a form of boxing. Do it at your own risk
Wouldn't work like that though would it? "*Insert name here* wasn't a football hooligan - he was a victim, how did this happen?"
Spare a thought for us Bognor Regis seagulls. As we seem to live on the borders of pompey and albion you can imagine that it was(and still is) a bit lively in our money soaked town centre...Great scenes as woods goal finally showed which team the many faces supported.The many secret earpieces to radio and phone gave the game away.When the faces divided into which side of the pub they supported.Things started to get interesting.Great bit of joshing whilst we listened to an ipod with speakers.A few crisps went from one side to the other and then things turned really nasty as someone launched an egg sandwich as barnes slotted home the penalty..And being bognor the iphone went missing at the end..................Chelsea next please
''Have you met my mate Eggy'' doesn`t have the same ring as,
''Have you met my mate Stanley'' does it ?
what a bunch of clueless clowns , by the way wookie you owe me a beer