Quite a few here:
* Burnley away in the Keegan promotion season, when they brought this fat tenor in a tuxedo and Burnley scarf on at half time.
He started trying to do 'Nessun Dorma' and at first he was drowned out by the City fans booing. Then his microphone packed up, and while he was giving it exaggerated bangs on his palm in a vain bid to get it working, he was battered with 'You're not singing anymore' and 'Shall we sing a song for you'. Then he turned round and flicked us the Vs behind his back!
* The Fulham fan with bleached hair and a bright pink T-shirt at COMS couple of seasons ago. They only brought a couple of hundred and he stood out a mile. The South Stand lads gave him 'You've only come for the Village'
* The fat Chelsea fan who was battered with 'I Predict A Diet'
* Not something heard as much as endured. Years ago, on the old Kippax at maine Road, we were playing a night match against Hull in Div 2 (bananas season I think).
This Paul Calf lookalike wearing white chinos and a leather jacket was in front of me and my mates, absolutely pissed and making a bit of a nuisance of himself. He shoved some blokes aside to lean on one of the blue crash barriers, with his head on his arms, moaning. Then he pissed and shat himself while still standing up, the arse and legs of his white trousers turning darker. And he just stayed there, until one of his mates tried to take him out — and got a smack for his troubles.
