Our man Ricketts
Posh spice is a slapper, She has no f*cking t*ts, When shes s*agging Beckham, She's thinking of Ricketts, He does her in the sh*tter, He does her in the mouth, And when hes finished with her, He sends her back down south!
Throwback from the pitched battles on Manchester Rd when we were at Burnden Park
Let's Pretend We've Scored a Goal! Chant
Sang to opposing teams when they think they have scored but its either disallowed or just missed