In November after the Blunts game I told my daughter that Mrs Hotbovril and my good self would come to London (where said daughter resides)for the weekend of 13/14-02-16 thinly disguised as a Valentines treat for Mrs HB but mainly to take in the Gillingham game. As this would now mean three trips to the smoke(Gillingham, JPT Final and PLAY OFF'S Final in May) I have decided the Gill's trip as to be put on ice. My daughter and her boyfriend are still going to the match and I was wondering if anybody could tell me which pubs Super Reds fans will be frequenting, as well as any that should definitely be avoided. Thanks in advance P.S. Possible chant for Paul Heckingbottom - E.Bi.HECKingbottom(repeated over and over) This simple chant would not only embrace our Yorkshire dialect and heritage but take away the need to rhyme Heckingbottom with anything.
I like the Drunken Sailor tune for the chant but may I suggest the lyric is now tweaked from E.Bi.HECKingbottom to Hey.Up.Heckingbottom. This slight adjustment allows the chant to flow with more fluidity. As I have had no information about which watering holes the Red Army will be frequenting I can only assume one of two things. The Red Army have turned tea-total or the only Super Reds fans there will be young Miss Hotbovril and her boyfriend. Having ruled the first option out as absurd I will ask daughter and her boyfriend(i.e. 100% of the following) to chant the original version until we score our second goal. They can then change to the second option until the end of the game. I will then get feed back off of them as to which chant they enjoyed repeating endlessly.
As the away stand at Gillingham is reminiscent of the old Kop end(i.e. some what open to the elements) we will spend the afternoon sat on a bench in the garden. Replica Kit on(Valentine Gift),Hot Bovril in one hand and a Pukka Pie in the other listening to the match and chanting Hey Up Heckingbottom which will drift away on the wind. After the final whistle and our celebrations over our 4 nil victory have ended we will do our warm down in the garden. The rest of the evening will be spent gazing into each others eyes whilst I recount old memories to Mrs HB of my trips to Rochdale, Bradford and the rest. When these stories have dried up in the early hours of the morning I will then get my tea-spoon collection out and let her marvel at the finest collection this side of Carlisle. If that's not a romantic day I don't know what is.
