There's a guy near me at the moment who shouts genuine gibberish in the Lower North at the back of the D-block. Like, 100% not words.
I've worked out that there's a pretty hard-wired formula to it though.
"["ManagersName"] *pause*... *completely intranslatable* ["Sort it out"] *mumblinng where the only recognisable word is "fucking"*... *(descendo) to silence*"
I think the parameters are to repeat every 15 minutes by default, which is over-ridden every time we pass it back to the goalkeeper.
I sat down there a couple of weeks ago, couldn't understand a word he was saying/shouting, loads of people trying to imitate him but he seemed oblivious to it.
Used to sit in the NW Quad when the kids were kids, there was a fella in the seat next to me, who just used to moan non stop. He had this nasally whine, like Harry Enfield's 'Only Me' character. My middle lad named him 'The Moaner', we found out his name was 'Barry'. Nice bloke, but christ did he moan......!
Not strange but last season an American guy bought a season ticket next to us in west lower. Poor, poor guy. He'd just moved to the area and was doing the decent thing and supporting his local team and said he wanted to follow the local 'soccer' team. What started off very brightly with wins against QPR and Hull soon descended into anger, fury, dispare and flying pigs. This guy could've been a supporter and a new fan for the club, yet a season of complete incompetence and toilet football put pay to that.
By the end of the season the guy looked drained. I felt so sorry for him. The complete shitfest going on at our club has probably scarred him for life. I picture him in years to come going back to the states and trying to explain what he saw when people ask him about football. They'll want to know about Chelsea, Man Utd etc and he'll be able to say he was witness to Bergdich, Karel Frayere and flying pigs
When I used to go to away games in the mid 90s there was this elderly lady that used to go to every game with her husband. All she used to shout was "Do Something!!!"
I was at a Charlton - Spurs cup replay back in the eighties, standing on the old east terrace. Two Young lads came up, gestured to the Jimmy Seed stand (I don't think it was called that then) and the thousands of Spurs fans inside, and intimated they were going to fight them, and asked if we fancied coming along. We declined this unique offer, but we obviously missed some real fun and frolics as the pair came back about twenty minutes later looking in need of hospital treatment. Charlton lost.
Used to sit in the NW Quad when the kids were kids, there was a fella in the seat next to me, who just used to moan non stop. He had this nasally whine, like Harry Enfield's 'Only Me' character. My middle lad named him 'The Moaner', we found out his name was 'Barry'. Nice bloke, but christ did he moan......!
Similar childhood memory of "The Boo Man" when I was a kid back in the Premier League days, used to have the loudest most unique "booooo" behind the goal in the North Upper.
Peanut Guy - Used to walk by an absolute mountain of peanut shells further down my row at HT to get a drink (10+ years ago, N. Lower). The guy must have gone through literally hundreds... I feel like I never actually saw him, only his mountain of shells. Rumour has it, he may actually have been an elephant.
Bloke who hated Shelvey, was on at him all game every game, but this one match in particular he was really on his case. Shelvey was actually having a bit of a stinker and then goes on to blaze one over the bar from point blank range at the end of the game. I turn around to see his #1 fan's reaction... the guy was completely silent, shaking and purple. I don't think I've ever quite seen rage like it.
A very unpleasant and verbose Manchester City fan in the East Stand with a Charlton Friend who was constantly shouting at the referee for decisions made against Shitteh. His son looked really uncomfortable when Shitteh scored and started crying when the home fans objected to his tw@ish dad.
I guess they would be much safer in the East Stand these days!
Fred.....a guy that sat 2 rows behind me in the East Stand about 15 or so years ago.
He used to get incandescent with rage at any opposition and would rain down torrents of often garbled abuse. He sat in row 3 or 4 - so his rantings often registered with the players.
My favourite was against Eidur Gudjohnsen in his Chelsea days......
"F*ck off Gudjohnsen you......you......you.....*light bulb*...Eskimo Slaaaaag"
#WestSussexAddick and I used to sit behind two skinny brothers who always turned up late, left early and were always angry. They would shout and swear at the players, the management, the board, other fans, even the ball boys were not immune. We just knew them as the "fuck off" brothers. I guess they enjoyed it in their own, odd way...
Not strange but last season an American guy bought a season ticket next to us in west lower. Poor, poor guy. He'd just moved to the area and was doing the decent thing and supporting his local team and said he wanted to follow the local 'soccer' team. What started off very brightly with wins against QPR and Hull soon descended into anger, fury, dispare and flying pigs. This guy could've been a supporter and a new fan for the club, yet a season of complete incompetence and toilet football put pay to that.
By the end of the season the guy looked drained. I felt so sorry for him. The complete shitfest going on at our club has probably scarred him for life. I picture him in years to come going back to the states and trying to explain what he saw when people ask him about football. They'll want to know about Chelsea, Man Utd etc and he'll be able to say he was witness to Bergdich, Karel Frayere and flying pigs
Another monumental achievement for KM and Co.
Needless to say, we didn't see him back this year
He probably bought a season ticket at the Taxpayers' London stadium and got involved in the scraps between the fans. Wishing he'd come back now.
Just remembered a guy who used to sit in the East Stand years ago. He sat maybe 15 rows back from the pitch but whenever the opposition had a throw-in on that side he would (presumably) look up their first name in the programme and proceed to bellow it repeatedly as loud as he could until they'd thrown it. Very much like this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l2D3-FkoXNU
Bloke in the NWQ, shouted pass it, pass it, pass it & whenever Charlton lost the ball it would be 'you greedy basta*d'
The absolute pinnacle of this was the Lisbie hat trick v Liverpool & his 3rd goal, he's shouting pass it as Super Kev kept going & when he scored all you heard was the bloke shout, you lucky basta*d
in the east stand back in the late 90s threre was a guy a few seats down, he was only known as boo, he booed when we attacked and didn't score, he booed when we conceded, he booed in the play off semis against Ipswich for goodness sake!! He even booed at the radio Walkman he listened to, literally took the earphione and booed at it...
in the east stand back in the late 90s threre was a guy a few seats down, he was only known as boo, he booed when we attacked and didn't score, he booed when we conceded, he booed in the play off semis against Ipswich for goodness sake!! He even booed at the radio Walkman he listened to, literally took the earphione and booed at it...
how come all the odd ones are in the east???
It's where the best view of the train tracks used to be before they built the NW.
in the east stand back in the late 90s threre was a guy a few seats down, he was only known as boo, he booed when we attacked and didn't score, he booed when we conceded, he booed in the play off semis against Ipswich for goodness sake!! He even booed at the radio Walkman he listened to, literally took the earphione and booed at it...
how come all the odd ones are in the east???
Oi... thats where I si... Actually no take your point!!
Mentioned it before. Fella (Shaggy from scooby-doo lookalike) at Rochdale the other week. From the 'get go' he was apoplectic and in real danger of doing himself a mischief!! Now, whether or not drugs or psychosis were involved who knows? Agreed, there's passionate support of your team, but then there's just utter buffoonery and insanity!!
PS: I hope he's better now? And for one so young!! Shame.
North Stand before it was two tiered, the guy in front of us was always on the edge of his seat, up and down, up and down. Then as soon as anything of any interest happened he would race off to the front of the stand to either shout abuse or cheer support. He must have been knackered after every game. We used to call him Twitchy. He went absolutely mental at David Beckham when he was taking a corner near us, he was so loud I'm sure Becks heard him as he seemed to stare directly at him and smirk!
And the guy who sat behind us when we moved from North Upper to West Upper, who just shouted "First time" all through the game, every single game. So annoying!
On Guy Fawkes' night, 1976, my Dad took me to see Charlton play Plymouth Argyle at the Valley. We sat in the posh seats. Which means, for anyone too young to remember, you paid to get in to the Valley (different turnstiles for kids and adults) then, if it was raining and you didn't fancy huddling up in the Covered End, you paid a bit extra for a "transfer" that gave you access to the wooden seating in "the main stand". (Or "the stand", as it was known).
Plymouth had been a rival for promotion from D3 in 1975, so this was seen as an important match. So important, in fact, that there were a few away fans in the ground. And some had also gone through the process of transferring to the main stand. Including one, in particuar, about whom two things were very clear to anyone sitting within thirty seats. 1, he was a huge fan of one of Plymouth's best post-war players, future England star Paul Mariner. And 2, he was as pissed as a parrot.
The first half started and Charlton were on top. Our west country friend was getting more and more agitated. "Give it to Mariner" was all he could shout. At the top of his voice, over and over again, in a very thick Plymouth accent. "Give it to Marinerrrr", it became. And, eventually, as the half wore on "GIVE IT TO MARINERRRRRRRRR!"
At half-time, someone obviously put him out of his misery, by carefully explaining to him, in words he could understand that, in fact, Paul Mariner had been sold to Ipswich two months ago.
So, the second half started. And all we heard from the distraught, drunk, wailing man in the back of the stand was one shout, over and over again. "BRING BACK MARINERRRRRRR!"
There is a big fat lump sometimes in the west stand not much going for him looks and style wise but has a tendency to slag off other fans dress sense and intellect and anyone who opposes his opinions. Prefers horses. But likes to tell KR who he should buy.
Plenty of choices here but my favourite weirdo was a bloke that used to sit in front of us in the glory days and hardly said anything other than when Mark Fish did something good he would bark out "lovely bit of fish" or "fish supper" and then say nothing again until the next time he was on the ball.
Definitely not the full ticket but harmless enough, we seem to have plenty of those.
There is a big fat lump sometimes in the west stand not much going for him looks and style wise but has a tendency to slag off other fans dress sense and intellect and anyone who opposes his opinions. Prefers horses. But likes to tell KR who he should buy.
There is a big fat lump sometimes in the west stand not much going for him looks and style wise but has a tendency to slag off other fans dress sense and intellect and anyone who opposes his opinions. Prefers horses. But likes to tell KR who he should buy.
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Nice bloke, but christ did he moan......!
By the end of the season the guy looked drained. I felt so sorry for him. The complete shitfest going on at our club has probably scarred him for life. I picture him in years to come going back to the states and trying to explain what he saw when people ask him about football. They'll want to know about Chelsea, Man Utd etc and he'll be able to say he was witness to Bergdich, Karel Frayere and flying pigs
Another monumental achievement for KM and Co.
Needless to say, we didn't see him back this year
Charlton lost.
Bloke who hated Shelvey, was on at him all game every game, but this one match in particular he was really on his case. Shelvey was actually having a bit of a stinker and then goes on to blaze one over the bar from point blank range at the end of the game. I turn around to see his #1 fan's reaction... the guy was completely silent, shaking and purple. I don't think I've ever quite seen rage like it.
I guess they would be much safer in the East Stand these days!
He used to get incandescent with rage at any opposition and would rain down torrents of often garbled abuse. He sat in row 3 or 4 - so his rantings often registered with the players.
My favourite was against Eidur Gudjohnsen in his Chelsea days......
"F*ck off Gudjohnsen you......you......you.....*light bulb*...Eskimo Slaaaaag"
Even Eidur laughed at it.
The absolute pinnacle of this was the Lisbie hat trick v Liverpool & his 3rd goal, he's shouting pass it as Super Kev kept going & when he scored all you heard was the bloke shout, you lucky basta*d
how come all the odd ones are in the east???
PS: I hope he's better now? And for one so young!! Shame.
And the guy who sat behind us when we moved from North Upper to West Upper, who just shouted "First time" all through the game, every single game. So annoying!
Plymouth had been a rival for promotion from D3 in 1975, so this was seen as an important match. So important, in fact, that there were a few away fans in the ground. And some had also gone through the process of transferring to the main stand. Including one, in particuar, about whom two things were very clear to anyone sitting within thirty seats. 1, he was a huge fan of one of Plymouth's best post-war players, future England star Paul Mariner. And 2, he was as pissed as a parrot.
The first half started and Charlton were on top. Our west country friend was getting more and more agitated. "Give it to Mariner" was all he could shout. At the top of his voice, over and over again, in a very thick Plymouth accent. "Give it to Marinerrrr", it became. And, eventually, as the half wore on "GIVE IT TO MARINERRRRRRRRR!"
At half-time, someone obviously put him out of his misery, by carefully explaining to him, in words he could understand that, in fact, Paul Mariner had been sold to Ipswich two months ago.
So, the second half started. And all we heard from the distraught, drunk, wailing man in the back of the stand was one shout, over and over again. "BRING BACK MARINERRRRRRR!"
Definitely not the full ticket but harmless enough, we seem to have plenty of those.