The Stoke fans are an example to us all and remind me of the West Ham fans of old. The passion is intense and unrelenting, but the humour is there in spade loads too. Instead of the modern obsession with bile, they get behind the players and roar them on from beginning to end. The team has its limitations but the crowd accept that and celebrate a club that punches above its weight, poking the big boys in the eye from time to time just as we used to do.
When Cardiff come to town they have to feel that they are playing against 30,000 plus, not just 11. Bugger the twelfth man, we need the thirty-thousand and twelfth man to play his part. This is it. This is the big one. Let's roar the lads to victory and doing it with a smile upon our faces!