Stools From The Sphincter of Jambo Delusion Number Seven

[Seven Tattoos]

The petty, small-minded Hibs support who actually derive more pleasure from a hertz defeat/ignominy than they do from a Hibs victory/achievement. To think when the internet was first invented in 1969 it was for the purposes of essential communication and that it is being ritually shat upon by literally rainforests of cyberspace being filled with this fairytale.

How do self-important, supercilious retards twirling their keyboard scarves justify this stance? Five simple syllables: Nine Teen Eigh Ty Six. 1986. When they fecked up the title with seven minutes to go and we all celebrated, even though Dundee Utd scored a late, inconsequential winner at ER.

I'll ask a very simple question; had the shoes been on the other feet how would they have reacted? Exactly the same, that's how.

It would appear that the superiors on Keechback have no concept of either empathy (that's the ability to put yourself mentally in someone else's position) or schadenfreude (that's enjoying the suffering of your rivals).

Ironic really that they justify this ridiculous viewpoint on the 1985-86 campaign when you consider that that season's first trophy was contested by Hibs and Aberdeen. We lost 3-0. We hosted them thirteen days later and what did they chant: 'Aberdeen, Aberdeen, Aberdeen'. Fair enough, they had a laugh. But we had the last laugh that season. And, by Christ, it was the loudest.

Schadenfreude is part of the natural state of any football supporter. You define yourself and your club partly by your contempt for your main, usually local, rivals. Like many people on this site I don't live in Scotland anymore and I've had a nomadic lifestyle, consequently I've attended football matches involving many different clubs in many different towns up and down the land. Do you know the one common denominator I've encountered? Schadenfreude.

I've stood on the Kop at Hillsborough and the guy next to me had a top on with 'Wednesday's Promotional Army, Laughing At United'. I've stood in Man City's end when they were at Bramall Lane and they sang 'Who The F@ck are Man Utd' with gusto cos the Red Devils had been knocked out the cup mid-week. I've had an afternoon drink in a pub in Portsmouth with the teletext on and the regulars cheered when the score from White Hart Lane (Spurs were beating Southampton) flashed up.

And I joined in last week at Ninian Park as the Grange End chanted 'The Jacks Are Staying Down' in acknowledgement of Swansea's faltering promotion efforts.

Not so long ago, when I still lived in Edinburgh, me and Alan 'Zondervan' Craven found ourselves in Stratties on Gorgie Road at 6 on a Saturday morning and were regaled by Jambo regulars of how much fun it was watching us feck it up against Livvie.

The Hibs support is no more small-minded than the skates are. We hate each other and we want each other to lose. That's the natural state of our rivalry.

If you over-sensitive poncey pansies can't empathise for a minute and imagine how elated I felt when I saw the old North Satnd enclosure seem to leap ten feet in the air at 4.35 pm on Saturday 03/05/86 then you really don't understand football supporters.

Grow up Jambos. Live in the real world.

[Hibbie0762]

Originally Posted by Seven Tattoos

The petty, small-minded Hibs support who actually derive more pleasure from a hertz defeat/ignominy than they do from a Hibs victory/achievement. To think when the internet was first invented in 1969 it was for the purposes of essential communication and that it is being ritually shat upon by literally rainforests of cyberspace being filled with this fairytale.

How do self-important, supercilious retards twirling their keyboard scarves justify this stance? Five simple syllables: Nine Teen Eigh Ty Six. 1986. When they fecked up the title with seven minutes to go and we all celebrated, even though Dundee Utd scored a late, inconsequential winner at ER.

I'll ask a very simple question; had the shoes been on the other feet how would they have reacted? Exactly the same, that's how.

It would appear that the superiors on Keechback have no concept of either empathy (that's the ability to put yourself mentally in someone else's position) or schadenfreude (that's enjoying the suffering of your rivals).

Ironic really that they justify this ridiculous viewpoint on the 1985-86 campaign when you consider that that season's first trophy was contested by Hibs and Aberdeen. We lost 3-0. We hosted them thirteen days later and what did they chant: 'Aberdeen, Aberdeen, Aberdeen'. Fair enough, they had a laugh. But we had the last laugh that season. And, by Christ, it was the loudest.

Schadenfreude is part of the natural state of any football supporter. You define yourself and your club partly by your contempt for your main, usually local, rivals. Like many people on this site I don't live in Scotland anymore and I've had a nomadic lifestyle, consequently I've attended football matches involving many different clubs in many different towns up and down the land. Do you know the one common denominator I've encountered? Schadenfreude.

I've stood on the Kop at Hillsborough and the guy next to me had a top on with 'Wednesday's Promotional Army, Laughing At United'. I've stood in Man City's end when they were at Bramall Lane and they sang 'Who The F@ck are Man Utd' with gusto cos the Red Devils had been knocked out the cup mid-week. I've had an afternoon drink in a pub in Portsmouth with the teletext on and the regulars cheered when the score from White Hart Lane (Spurs were beating Southampton) flashed up.

And I joined in last week at Ninian Park as the Grange End chanted 'The Jacks Are Staying Down' in acknowledgement of Swansea's faltering promotion efforts.

Not so long ago, when I still lived in Edinburgh, me and Alan 'Zondervan' Craven found ourselves in Stratties on Gorgie Road at 6 on a Saturday morning and were regaled by Jambo regulars of how much fun it was watching us feck it up against Livvie.

The Hibs support is no more small-minded than the skates are. We hate each other and we want each other to lose. That's the natural state of our rivalry.

If you over-sensitive poncey pansies can't empathise for a minute and imagine how elated I felt when I saw the old North Satnd enclosure seem to leap ten feet in the air at 4.35 pm on Saturday 03/05/86 then you really don't understand football supporters.

Grow up Jambos. Live in the real world.

Fantastic again. Dunno what you're drinking down there but it's sure got the muse running. Great stuff!
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Inspirational and educational - who'd have thunk it
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