[Football] That Burnley Chant

[Goldstone1976]

I thought it was a rather nasally projected “Messiah diddly”; my daughter thought it was “where is Scooby?”.

 

[Spicy]

From about the 60th minute. Sounded like "Hail Sunderland". East Upper all had a listen but blowed if we could work it out. Went on for about 10 minutes but not a clue.

Was it any of these by chance?

https://www.fanchants.com/football-team/burnley/

 

[Lawro's Lip]

Was it any of these by chance?

https://www.fanchants.com/football-team/burnley/

I’ve listened to every single one of them at least a couple of times but can’t say I recognise yesterday’s chant.

 

[maltaseagull]

I didn’t realise they’d brought any fans today. I didn’t hear them once.

Heard them a lot on the TV

 

[chimneys]

I didn’t realise they’d brought any fans today. I didn’t hear them once.

They probably said the same about the Stand you were in.From WSU in the second half you could hear them making a decent noise for the few they brought.

 

[GloryDays]

In the second half they made the most continuous noise of any away fans I've seen in the prem at the amex.

1st half they were quiet as mouses (i sat in South West today)

Mice

 

[Creaky]

Mice

Not always

Computer mouses are quiet as well

 

[Iggle Piggle]

I sat in the South for the first and last time yesterday inbetween tourists, A man who never stopped eating and an annoying kid. That chant was more annoyingly than the rest of them put together. No idea what Northern diatribe it was.

 

[twickers]

My son said "Dad, please make it go away".

 

[twickers]

I sat in the South for the first and last time yesterday inbetween tourists, A man who never stopped eating and an annoying kid. That chant was more annoyingly than the rest of them put together. No idea what Northern diatribe it was.

Was it this?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6RL_mgx-3L4

 

[Seagulltonian]

That looks remarkably like the Goldstone Ground North Stand looking towards the North-East corner!

 

[8th battalion East Lancs]

...

Burnley Roar Out Warning to the Top Dogs

by John Sadler

Jimmy Mullen is due in court this morning to answer a drink-drive allegation. On Saturday, he watched his goalkeeper inexplicably drop the ball to present Derby with a decisive second goal that swept his team out of the F.A. Cup.

No, you couldn't claim that these have been the happiest few days in the life of the manager of fourth division Burnley. And yet Mullen has found himself at the centre of a remarkable phenomenon, perhaps unique even in the grand history of football's most romantic competition. I don't care what kind of response former Burnley midfield man Brian Flynn received as manager of Wrexham on their latest day of glory at West Ham. It wouldn't have been a patch on the acclaim given to the boss of the club where he began. I want to tell you about the most heartening, stimulating and optimistic football occasion I have experienced for many, many years.

Derby v Burnley was a match in a time warp. A third round replay played on fourth round day. But the real blast from the past came from far more distant days, when fans came only to back their beloved team, not fight their opposite numbers. When fences weren't needed and policemen merely smiled in approval. Burnley took 4,000 Lancashire lads and lasses to the Midlands. And they were sensational.

Soon after goalkeeper Chris Pearce dropped his dreadful clanger they set up one of the loudest, sustained dins I've ever heard on a football ground anywhere in the world. "Jimmy Mullen's claret-and-blue-army" was the chant from the terraces and double-decker stand that housed Burnley's admiration society.

Over and over they chanted it. Clapping and stamping their feet and drumming the advertising boards in perfect rhythm. On and on for 20 minutes until the end of the match and another 15 minutes afterwards, until I urged the club's chairman to get his manager and players to leave their dressing room, return to the pitch and wave their appreciation. The bedlam was almost deafening. It was a colourful and spectacular sight.
But it is something far more important than that. I wanted others to see and hear it. Big men, important men who are making decisions that could alienate the game from ordinary working folk. I wanted Graham Kelly to be there to prove to him that those who talk of Super Leagues should not underestimate the passion of the so-called little clubs. I wanted Sir John Quinton to be there so that the bank chairman chosen to preside over the elite could learn something of life at the other end of the scale. I wanted officials of Manchester United and Arsenal, Liverpool and the other fat cats behind the move to change the face of football to hear the voices of the people.


The bedlam of Burnley was not simply a cry of support for another of the F.A. Cup's beaten teams. It was a roar of defiance. "Traditions," said Arthur Cox, Derby's manager whose time in north east football taught him all there is to know about fanaticism. "You heard the traditions of Burnley's past out there today. A major club of 30 years ago, don't forget." Those who kept up that incessant, thunderous clatter were real fans. Genuine football people with a deep love of their club, no matter the result of a single game. They had nothing to do with the executive box brigade and corporate hospitality merchants to whom football is pandering in the modern era. They stood in the rain, sat in the cold and screamed their allegiance to a game which, at the highest level, continues to turn it's back.

English football has no right to dismiss or take lightly the support of people like those who raised their voices so valiantly at the Baseball Ground. This, remember, was the support of a team who lost to a deflected free kick and a goal handed on a plate by a goalkeeper who couldn't catch the ball. The frost that caused so many postponements had the managers and scouts flocking to Derby. Brian Clough, David Pleat, Neil Warnock, Ian Branfoot together with scouts from Villa, QPR, Norwich, Portsmouth, Leicester, West Ham, Leeds, Manchester United, Oldham, Coventry, Cambridge, Blackburn to name but a few. Some will report back about individual players or one side or the other. But all will first tell the story of those incredible Burnley supporters.

So at last the message will be cast far and wide. The cry from the Fourth Division will reach high places. "In all my 23 years in the game I've never witnessed anything like that," Jimmy Mullen gasped. "It left my players feeling they were prepared to die for those people."

It left Arthur Cox thinking out loud: "Burnley have had a reminder of how things could be. It was a demonstration of potential. They now have to try and make sure they get promotion and don't let those people down."

And that is a sobering thought.

 

[timbha]

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That looks remarkably like the Goldstone Ground North Stand looking towards the North-East corner!

not really. The main stand in the picture is at the side of the pitch, hence the flag marking the half way line (that no doubt the groundsman is rushing to grab before it gets stolen!).

 

[Monkey Man]

View attachment 92056
That looks remarkably like the Goldstone Ground North Stand looking towards the North-East corner!

That was my first thought.

No way I'd have climbed over that fence in tight jeans however. Or any other jeans.

 

[8th battalion East Lancs]

That was my first thought.

No way I'd have climbed over that fence in tight jeans however. Or any other jeans.

Well I got over it and I've never been as pissed at a football match before or since.

That was the day of the funeral of Burnley Football Club.

However someone brought a shed full of good luck and we were the 12th man that day.

 

[Jack Straw]

We decided it was either "Elves are slithery" or "Owls are slippery"!

Hear it here at 8:10. "Owls, are slippery. Owls, are slippery"!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IMLMTlyTxP4

 

[twickers]

Oh...it's "We're the longside Burnley"
see 1:21

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UcVOurvXUHI

It's still annoying even though I now know what it is.

 

[8th battalion East Lancs]