For all the bollox they put on there banners they certainly don't live up to any of it. Passion, loyalty and the twelth man my fucking left bollock. They went missing when we scored, turned on there team and booed them off at half time. South Londons number one? do me a favour, they ain't south Norwoods number one. We drowned them out each time they piped up so they just gave up, threw a few bangers and looked like the special cunts we all know they are. No noise from the ultra boys indeed.
The best retort i heard from us today was ' you're to scared to get the train' which brought silence from them again. A hundred or so oddballs ( where were the rest of them) dressed up like the milk tray man after a spending spree in Primark don't strike me as being fanatical, more comical, sad and cuntish.