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1. Over Agressive, Angry Fist Pump? 2. Knee Slide? 3. Impassive turnsround back to Halfway line ('The Whitton')? 4. Cartwheel? 5. Six Shooters? 6. The crowd dive (Hermann)? 7. The 'my name is' (Norwood)? 8. Point to the heavens? 9. Run around headless chicken style? 10. Twerk?
I was at an under 8s game where a kid scored and ran in front of the parents cupping his ears, and doing the shush. We were all talking about the price of beans in ASDA and Coronation Street.
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If you were to score a screamer at Portman Rd.... on 17:21 - Jul 28 with 465 views
If you were to score a screamer at Portman Rd.... on 14:41 - Jul 28 by BlueBoots
Hahaha! Brilliant. He got sent off for it too. I wonder if he thought he get away with it because the law says you can be cautioned for removing your i]shirt
If you were to score a screamer at Portman Rd.... on 14:35 - Jul 28 by ghostofescobar
Firstly (assuming we are talking about playing for Town), it would take me a while to actually kick a ball, as I'd be sobbing because I'd made it onto the hallowed turf. Then after scoring, I'd again sob uncontrollably for the remainder of the match because I'd scored a goal for my beloved club. In fact, I'd probably need that electric cart thing to take me off, with a drip to re-hydrate me from crying so much. I obviously wouldn't be able to do the press conference, I think you probably know why by now..........
I always told my players, when you score, look like you’ve done it before. So I would nonchalantly walk over to my pass provider and give him a nod and a tap on the shoulder. Only THEN would it be permissible to die of happiness.
Qu'est-ce que vous chantez? Nous chantons "Les Bleus, allez!"
After scoring a 35 yard blockbuster I’d stand in front of the North Stand with my hands behind my back before nonchalantly turning my back putting my finger over my lips silencing their boos.
I never wanted to leave, I was forced out by Cook and you have the audacity to boo me you absolute bell ends.
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