Not sure if that beats the guys that stand next to me all game and their only shouts are 'come onnnn' or 'get into them' which are shouted about every 30 seconds, even if we have the ball.

Never forget an old lady when we stood on the Millhouse probs near centre of stand nr front. She always wore a bright red coat and all she ever shouted was theres nobody there . Not sure if shes still alive like im probs talking around 10yrs ago since i stood over there.

she was already a ghost

Ghostspeak

she was giving a clue, "There's nobody there"!

I've come to the conclusion Millhouse moaners have clock-work voice boxes, which spew out words whose only characteristic is that they never synchronise with the match.
Typical scenario....Monkhouse comes tearing down the field with the ball, in possession for at least half the pitch, swerving past opponents, nut-megging everyone, etc etc. "Get it on the floor," yells some anonymous MM. "Get it down. DOWN."

that is quite possibly true.
Androids perhaps?

My nephew has had his removed

Blood all over the shop and he sounded like he had been inhaling helium

Would that be Stebbo? Ex teacher at Martyrs?

these moaners how old are they,surely they are'nt the same ones from years ago,i remember when the baths first opened we used to go to them then wait for the gates to open at pools and listen to the moaners on the millhouse terrace,tell me they're not the same ones

The moaners tend to be the older ones. They must remember how bad we used to be?

The town end moaners I used to stand near were all yakkers. They didn't even use words just sounds, like 'wheeeeyyyyyyyyyy.............' I remember when Hugh the Hammer scored 'that' goal against Luton, one of them broke his catatonia and said, 'he had no idea where that was going.......'

I moved onto the Millhouse me.

In All seriousness when i was a regular (Home and away supporter) about 6/7 years ago now, it got to the point that no matter where i stood there was alway's some silly boy spoiling the game, with continuous moaning, it got to the point where i couldnt really stand/sit anywhere and just had to put up with it !!!!!

Its about time the silent majority turned onthem and told them to stop talking like Quackerz (aka as talking out of your arse)...

The best MM comment we've heard was when one of our players passed a long ball across the field, that looked dead cert to be out of reach and out of play. Instead, the ball changed direction like a boomerang and landed exactly at the feet of our striker.
'That's a terrible ball. TERRIBLE," shrieked the MM, as the ball sailed over. Then after a little pause, "Oh. All right, then."