Being born an official Cockney means once in a while you have to slum it and take two buses to Green Street so you can watch the Hammers - West Ham United.
The last time I went to watch West Ham vs. Southampton, was last season. Then, behind me sat a 'lady' drinking a pint of beer from a plastic cup. Whenever West Ham scored, she forgot she had a pint in her hand, cheered, and I got a dolop of her beer on my head. Unfortunately West Ham won 4-1.
I was there again today to watch West Ham vs. Southampton, luckily my brothers season tickets have a much better view but a much more hostile crowd.
Pre-1990's the only non-white's that went to West Ham were the cleaners of the executive offices. These days a non-white fan manages to get away being there, but only because the hooligans have been either driven away / underground, they have become PC themselves, or have found worse things to hate.
Amongst the things a modern day West Ham fan hates is their own team and manager. The team wears Claret and Blue, but most of the blue comes from the fans.
Shouts from the terraces today:
I am going to rip your head off and sh;t in your neck!
F@ck your wife not the team Sam!
W@nker, w@nker, w@nker!... at an injured player
You useless fat c@nt.. At a player that missed a goal
….Those were all from West Ham ‘fans' to either their own players or their own manager.
The only time anyone relaxed and laughed was when a rather portly steward walked in front of the stand, and 500 people started chanting, "You fat bastard! You fat bastard! You fat bastard!"
He took it with humour and waved at the stand. I however sank further in my seat and vowed to leave the stadium last… Thank goodness for Cricket.