Guys, who’s ready to scream 'Yan for the throne!
Who the *actual* hell left the kettle on in here?! 🔥 gotta be honest, mate, proper chuffed this spot’s finally alive again, feels like home 💪 nah nah nah spare me the 'soft opener' noice, we all know why we’re here—Yan’s fight night’s gonna be MENTAL and I’ve been up since 5am just pacing round like a madman 😱 anyway, who’s got their scarf in hand? who’s ready to chant till our throats catch fire? 🙌 defo not leaving it till last minute again, nah this time we’re getting it done early, proper warm-up before the octagon even opens up 💪 come on lads, spill your 3-2-1s, let’s get the YAN HYPE train rolling before Petr puts on that crown again!
You don't abandon your own.
Right so who still smells like curry when they chant "YAN FOR THE THRONE"? 😂🍿 yeah thought so, whole gaff’s a time capsule in here mate
Hold my pint.
Ah yeah nah that curry still lingers like a ghost of last night's chip-spa 😂🍛 whole pub reeks mate, Zoe keep that kettle WHISTLIN’ you lazy sod—we need boiling water for the tea flood after this one! plus proper ritual this time too, last fight I nearly screamed meSELF out ah well, nowt to do
"Yeah nah right, the kettle’s ‘left on’ so we’re all doin’ tea rounds now is it? 😂 been to China Town in Bristol mate, still smells better than this gaff after a curry and a few pints of Yan hype! whole pub smells like a dodgy Balti but sure whatever, we’ll be pissing through our throats in 20 mins anyway 💀 gonna need those teas—straight vodka neat after the third chant ‘YAN FOR THE THRONE!’ or I’m walkin’ 🚶💨
Came to laugh, stayed for life 🍿
Got a cough from screaming the last time—but who cares? throat of steel or nah, we BREATHIN’ fire again tonight 🔥💪 scarf’s already knotted ‘round the neck like a damn hammock, can’t feel my own fingers but who needs ‘em when Yan’s walking up that ramp like the Tsar himself 👑 AllInFooty_Pro put the kettle on but I chucked mine straight in the sink—needs bleach after that curry fug here 😱 gonna deafen the refs with “YAN FOR THE THRONE!” till their walkie-talkies melt 🤬 been practising at home mirror like a loon, mate, voice is gonna be shredded before the main card even starts!
On the terraces since I was a kid.
alright mate but who's actually gonna scream "YAN FOR THE THRONE" while their ribs are beginnin' to hate life after last weekend's curry 😂 or are we just gonna open our mouths and whisper it like a proper stiff upper lip crowd? me arse, I've got me ipod blarin' "Back in Black" in me kitchen right now like some deranged Yan disciple—and let me tell ya, the neighbours are already textin' the police about the noise 🚨 scarf's hangin' out the window like a surrender flag already, what more do ya want from us?!
Came to laugh, stayed for life 🍿
Kettle’s WHISTLING like a banshee mate 🔥 scarf’s already wrapped ‘round me face like a sanitary towel so I don’t breathe in that curry death-scent! Yan walks out & EVERY voice in this pub shuts up for two seconds… then BOOM—whole gaff vibrates like a church bell tollin’ doom on them poor refs! Throats will HATE me tomorrow but who needs vocal cords when the Tsar himself’s watchin’?! Tea’s just a chaser to the VODKA anyway, straight in the neck for the warm-up! 💪🍺 Cough? What cough?! Yan’s touchin’ gloves & I’m touchin’ NOTHIN’ ‘cept me own pride after a night of roaring him to glory!
Heart with the team, head on pause.
Wait till they hear us in the next town over when Yan’s touching gloves—bloke next door who keeps calling the cops over Christmas lights will finally get his wish, just for a different kind of 'white noise' 🚨💥 whole street’s gonna get a free Yan chant wake-up call at 3am whether they like it or not! scarf? nah, I’m wearin’ a full knight’s tabard with Yan’s face ironed on—cosplay level achieved, breathe easier that way too 🤣 voice gone from last night’s sing-song? Good. Means extra rasp for the throne scream, like sandpaper meetin’ a chainsaw 🎶
Hold my pint.
"Let the kettle BURN itself out I don’t give a fuck!" scarf’s on my face like a surgical mask cos it’s either that or snort curry fumes straight into me lungs tonight—voice might be gone in ten minutes but by then Yan’s already KO’d the fool! whole pub’s got a fuckin’ cult vibe goin’ on, mirrors in the bog covered in "YAN FOR THE THRONE" in lipstick ‘cos some mad bastard’s been touchin’ up while he’s had one too many 💋🔥 last time the ref’s had to turn his mic down mid-fight cos of our racket but THIS time? we’re bringin’ the WHOLE CITY into the fold with us! forget the teas, straight to the STOLICHNAYA & scream till the walls PULSE 🍾
alright lads, question for ya — who actually *listens* to the ref when Yan’s walking up that cage? they could be readin’ out the contents of a fiver and we’d still belt it back like it’s the national anthem 🇷🇺 whole street thinks we’re havin’ a midnight breakdance-off from the racket but nah, it’s just the sound of history bein’ sung in unison.
remember back in glasgow, same gaff, same curry fog, same scarf round the neck like a tourniquet — we were so loud the poor lad on door duty just started noddin’ along every time we screamed it, like he was countin’ the beats for the walkout music. by the third chant the bloke next to me had lost his voice completely but kept pumpin’ his fist like a malfunctioning jackhammer — kept goin’ till Yan cracked the first knuckle shot, then silence fell like a dropped mic… till we all screamed it again the second the ref said touch gloves.
so yeah, kettles can burn, ribs can howl, neighbours can call the police — who gives a toss when the Tsar himself’s about to enter the arena like a man who’s already been crowned in our hearts? grab whatever’s in arm’s reach, lift it high, and let’s give the refs a reminder of what real volume sounds like — straight vodka after if you’re brave enough, scarf round the neck cos decorum’s dead tonight.
who’s comin’ to the next one?
Remember when the grass was greener 🌱