Tuesday, 25 August 2009
West Ham v Millwall - Shame Beckons.
She is outside the stadium now, a pox ridden tart tottering around on high heeled shoes with a mini skirt just covering her arse, seamed stockings, and a blouse cut so low you can see her belly button piercing. No Pardew isn't coming to the game with one of the Southampton players' wives, Shame is flaunting her wares up and down Green Street, hoping to find a taker.
When the draw was made, impressionable young fools immediately hit the blogs, giving it large, unconsciously quoting their favourite lines from 'Green Street'. You can bet your life that they have been talking about journos, Bovver, Yanks, Tommy Hatcher (pronouncing the 'haitch') and the Major ever since. Of course, they haven't got the first idea of what it is really about and how somebody could really end up killed as they play out their Hollywood fantasies. You can hear the cry now, "Where to even fucking begin with Millwall. Millwall and West Ham firms hate each other, more than any other firms by far." It is sad, it is pathetic, but like having unprotected sex with an Aids infected tart, it is also dangerous and, to these fools, irresistibly exciting. Give them enough alcohol to build up their Dutch courage and there must be a fair chance that things will kick off.
I hope to God nothing happens. This has been a terrible week as it is: the attack on Davenport, the death of Collison's dad, rumours of Ashton's retirement, the defeat to Tottenham - the last thing the club needs now is bad press and an FA enquiry into crowd misconduct. Will that matter to the yobs who engage in this sort of thing? Of course not. To them the club is a badge, a flag to be waved in the face of others. They are not fans of the team, they are not supporters of football, they are every day nobodies seeking personal notoriety with no thought for the consequences. The sad thing is that 'Green Street' glorified these idiots and they are too stupid to understand the final message of the movie.
The best result tonight? A game that passes off without any crowd trouble.
Posted by Hammersfan at 09:59