Two games down the road and the highlight of the week is approaching. The Charlton B Mob brawl was mint and 4 – 0 against Crystal Palace paves the way for advancement to the Football League Championship. Tomorrow West Ham will pay a visit and we will absobloodylootely give those pillocs a hard time on the pitch as well as outside. We haven’t played them for four years, and the time before that it was 10 years. I remember it was grand three years ago, a South-east London turned into a battlefield for a day. I never thought that a dustbin would be a useful weapon until I saw an Inter City Firm bloke in wine red-purple West Ham-shirt getting compressed under it.
We used to have a shipyard and so did West Ham. In the 1920s West Ham went on a strike but we continued to work, and since then we have always been worst enemies. West Ham has been playing in better division most of the time since that, but we were superior to them right before the breakout of World War II. They say our young talents would have taken us to Premier League and given us glorious results there, if not the bloody Nazi’s would have pluck our future stars from the pitch to war and left them lying in the mud of France. Tomorrow, the lads lying mush down apathetic in the mud won’t be Millwallians, but West Ham dockers.
Slang dictionary:
• Mint - Excellent
• Pilloc - Korkad, oanvändbar person
• Mush - Ansikte
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