Posted by sean on April 25, 2008 at 11:45 pm in Leeds United with No Comments


This evening I dared to enter the caldron of football that is The Carlsberg Stand at Yeovil Town’s Huish Park. I posed as a Yeovil fan in order to watch my real club, Leeds United, play.

While I was discreet in my support, some other Leeds fans pretending to be ‘Yeocals’ were not. Firstly the broad Yorkshire accent gave it away (something that I didn’t have to worry about); but the thing that really revealed their identity was that when Leeds scored, chants of “WE ALL LOVE LEEDS” broke out. Cue an army of police and a departure of joyous Leeds fans.

Luckily I wasn’t found out. Luckily Yeovil didn’t score. Luckily Leeds won. Luckily I got home in one piece (even though it did take 45 minutes to get out the car park)!

Despite not being a Yeovil fan, I was amused by some of their chants…

HAVE YOU EVER WON THE CONFERENCE, HAVE YOU F**K
– As if Leeds United care about non-league competitions

I’D RATHER BE A FARMER THAN A CHAV

And when the “record” crowd for Yeovil was announced…
YOU ONLY CAME TO WATCH YEOVIL…

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