C’mon AWG, how would you feel if the stand was full of aggressive young men singing, to the tune of ‘Rule Britannia’, something like:
You old b@stards, just f-off and die,
Just like a dry turd falling in the riv-er-side
Etc.
And as they did so, maybe people pointed and looked at you, and laughed, and then the drummer joined in to encourage them.
I expect you wouldn’t feel too good, especially after paying decent money for a nice day out, maybe with the grandkids in tow, who’d start asking you questions about it.
That’s what it’s like for those who feel threatened by Tommy-ten-names, not just those in the stands, but those lads playing for the Iron, ffs. And there’s nothing they can do about it.
But in the spirit of goodwill and balance which forever characterizes our happy crew, here is a truly heartwarming moment amid all the AI stuff of bears, babies, Jagger, etc. which shows there are good people who care, and as AWG’s might say, ‘have grown a pair’.
