Armadillo Roadkill Guys, we're lucky as a club to have one of the all time greats of football chanting in our heritage. OK, I know it may not been quite in keeping with the zeitgeist, and even I balk a little at it's politically incorrect references to bygone mores, but it's strength is such we could revive it in a post-ironic coup for those that endured the 1980s football scene.
It scans. It's starting premise is a vivid affirmation of identity, and not just any identity, OUR identity. It mentions us by name. It then proceeds to mild threat, but in the era we find ourselvs, this will be widely interpreted by visting fans as nothing more than bluff bravado. A taunt rather than a threat. Impudence rather than violence. A sublime poetic statement of that which bonds us together.
"We're Reading. We're Reading. We'll kick your fcuking head in."
I thank you.
I rather enjoyed going to Hayes and Yeading last season with Southport. They* were going with the "We're Hayes. We're Yeading. We'll kick your fcuking head in." A new twist on an old classic.
*the home fans, then playing at Woking, were outnumbered by the away support at about 4:1.
