I’ll not forget my first game at Highbury against Manchester City, settled by a John Radford goal at 1-0, jostling with thousands of red scarves on the underground with ‘Charlie’, interspersed with patches of light blue; quite a change for a country boy and girl.
Our Cypriot season ticket holder friends from Stoke Newington had great pitch side seats hemmed in by what seemed like half the London Greek community. The mood was effervescent Greek, the banter impenetrably Greek, punctuated by occasional English words thrown in such as "fucking ref", "bloody goalie" or shouts of "send the bugger off!"
Neville Hunt over 3 years ago
I think the occasional English words you mention seem so important that they must surely be understood the world over.