There's loads of chants you don't hear these days. In fact we only seem to know two. The new generation of 15-year-old drum-bangers don't know any others. I wish we still had the good old days of creative chants for players

Despise the drums with a passion, used to love singing in the Fletcher End as a kid.

Not sure the drums are a bad thing. There used to be a drum near where I always stand (around the 30m line toward East stand) and since it moved down toward the away end getting a chant going is a task...all people that actually want to sing seem to have moved with it!

The 'problem' is that we don't have a "Fletcher Street End" anymore. The East Stand should have inherited the 'presence' of the old Fletcher Street End, but the folk in there are not willing to start a chant (or make one up) due to either it 'not being etiquette' or they're just not drunk enough! The South Stand is too big to be a chanting source of intimidation, and the North Stand is full of folk too refined to shout too loudly!

The small chants that start about individual players never really take off unless they are in the form of a catchy "der der der" rythym and even then they tend to fizzle out after two verses or renditions.

We need more of those blokes who are tanked up on ale, short, plump and red in the face (usually bald) {think Phil Mitchell} and who are surrounded by their mates so no one can see who they are starting the chant. They tended to have those voices that never gave out when screaming at the top of their voices. (I generalise)

Plus, as I've stated in a few similar posts previously, we need a proper song like Leeds, Salford, Hull etc have got that isn't just the name of the town being repeated incessantly.

The chants that start in the South Stand are gradually making their way around the stadium to reach us in the East, but by the time they have been taken up, the chant is over and the noise has abated.

He's quick
He's smart
He runs the Kwik-e-mart
Graham Appo, Graham Appo !

He's only a poor little Wiganer.
His face is all tattered and torn.
He made me feel sick, so I hit him with a brick.
And now he don't sing anymore.