Spuds, spuds, spuds. What can you say about the Lillettes, eh? I don't particularly have anything against them. Not like Arsenhole. They're not objectionable like them.
Celebrity fans include utterrooster Richard Littlejohn, unfunny uberrooster Paul Merton, complete sh:t of a Tory man with a head shaped like arooster Iain Duncan Smith, tone deaf and tin-eared roosterneyroosters Chas and Dave and that bloke with the curly hair and specs off the sitcom 2.4 children.
I remember going there in the 80s when we used to whup 'em on a regular basis and seeing all those rows of mirrored glass executive boxes running along the top of the stand opposite and thinking "I'm glad I don't follow a soulless corporaterooster of a club like this...."
Another memory of their arrogance is when we played them in some cup or other and Germanrooster Klinsman scored at the Vic end.
There were two Spudroosters together, who'd obviously sneaked their devious way into the Vic end in front of me behind the goal and had the arrogance to stand up and cheer. I felt obliged to chastise them. Absolutely no respect at all. I've stood in the opposing end at various games for various reasons, but at least I had the politeness to keep quiet. But not these. They felt quite free to celebrate loudly and freely in the Watford end.
A cop gave me a ticking off, but took them away, with the thick ears they thoroughly deserved, to go amongst their fellowroosters where they belong. I think you can see this happening on the TV replays.
I've really got no time or sympathy for them.
Another comfortable 3-0 home win. Iggy, Watson and Capoue (of course). Gomes to save a pen.
