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Say what you like about English soccer fans, but their chants are miles ahead of anything in North America. When a guy named Peter Reid was managing Leeds United, fans of another club (Newcastle, I think) came up with this little ditty to the tune of "Daydream Believer":
Cheer up Peter Reid,
Oh what can it mean,
You're a
Fat bastard wanker
With a
Shit football te-e-e-am
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