There was a punch-up between egg fans in the queue next to us outside Cardiff Central when we were returning from Brentford game. One of the protagonists was so pissed he could barely stand-up let alone defend himself.
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There was a punch-up between egg fans in the queue next to us outside Cardiff Central when we were returning from Brentford game. One of the protagonists was so pissed he could barely stand-up let alone defend himself.
This should've been happening years ago.
Rugby "hooligans" do exist.
Why not post this on an egg forum?
Instead of highlighting a negative, let's celebrate Wales' superb victory this afternoon!
Our boys played some wonderful stuff and deserved the plaudits. I'm going to have a cheeky tenner on Warren's charges winning the next Rugby World Cup.
PS All the above is bollox.
PPS Eggers are scum!
How many arrests if the same scenes happened on Cowbridge Rd before or after a City game?
It never used to be like this, I went to Scotland several times for the, what was then five nations, back thirty odd years ago and you never saw anything like this, we were welcomed everywhere, no arrests, just happy pissheads and the locals loved it when the Welsh fans came to town.
Must say that l am more than shocked to here of this bad behaviour,but having just read the wales online forum a person calling himself Sid Hooper may have a plausible explanation when he states that these troublemakers are in fact football supporters who have stayed out since Friday night and then pass themselves off as rugger fans.l would normally dismiss this suggestion but knowing how many City fans love the rugger well his theory might have some mileage.
You're quite wrong, I can't stand egg. Well, to be accurate, I can't stand plastic rugby TV fans. Yesterday I headed for one of my fave boozers intent on necking lots of their best ale, Rhymney Export. My plan was to get bladdered and be home for 6pm for an early night. I was there for half 12 to watch Chelsea v. Newcastle. All went swimmingly until halftime when some roly-polies wearing red shirts appeared. My heart sank, "hucking fell" I groaned on realising another international was on and the place would soon be filled with tedious lard arses.
Got back by two, and by chance noticed Everton were at home to Huddersfield for Buffalo Head's first game in charge. I expected to find their win odds to be 4-7, 8-15 or 1-2 instead of 17/20 which was too good to miss. That bet bagged me a £425 profit. Not a bad day after all. But for that rugger match the wager wouldn't have been placed. Strange thing fate, innit?