A bunch of dismal, gutless Home Counties Hugos whose accent gets more Mockney as they approach the stadium and whose idea of hard times is being served the wrong vintage of Pinot Noir before the game.
Before the Carling Cup Final they were God's gift to football, moral guardians of the beautiful game.
Now, a couple of months later, they are talking about getting rid of the manager for possibly coming fourth and going six years without a pot.
Give them 29 more years, a few relegations and a season in the third flight and then let's see how loyal the shower of spoilt tarts are.
Oh, and that vid? The Cowardly Lion from the Wizard Of Oz was more convincingly aggressive.
Pud 'em up. PUD 'EM UP!!!