Instrumental break?

Last game of a dire season at Upton Park and the match became more about the crowd than the bloody on-field 'action'.  Still recovering from a miserable coach trip to Wigan exactly a week before (the scene of grown men weeping uncontrollably into their claret and blue) and in keeping with the theme of the rest of the season, it was time once again, to be thrashed unceremoniously at home.

I've been to most home games at Upton since November and this was by far the worst I had seen the Hammers play - maybe in years. If it hadn't been for the in-crowd entertainment, the whole afternoon would have been a pitiful affair.  Despite the fact we lost 3-0 at home to a not-very-good-by-any-stretch-of-the-imagination bunch of Northerners, there were some hilarious goings-on.

The Bobby Moore Lower sported a number of Hammers fans in fancy dress.  There was an Angel of Death, Joker from Batman, Uncle Fester and most appropriately a couple of Grim Reapers complete with plastic scythes to emphasise that our six year stint in the the Premier League had been well and truly reaped.

Sunderland went 2-0 up.  Predictably, the Sunday afternoon loser in the East Stand started effing and blinding in front of all the kids for a quid, stating in no uncertain terms that the Hammers were a bunch of cock and he would see them next Tuesday, before half walking / half stumbling drunkenly towards the exit.

But here's what I love about the Boleyn Ground, and it's a scene that will just never be repeated at that crappy Olymshit Stadium that Karren Brady is so set on ruining the game for.  Undeterred, about 100 Hammers fans decided to cheer themselves up and do the Conga down the length of the East Stand.

 Brilliant moment!  Went right past me and captured a few shots.