Years ago when that French slaphead Franck Leboeuf was playing for the Chavs, their crowd had a song for him:
" 'E's 'ere,
'E's there,
'E's every f*****g where,
Franck Leboeuf, Franck Leboeuf".
One day a note from him appeared in the match programme: "Hey guys, appreciate the support but could you dial the language down please as my kids are now coming to games? Thanks a lot, Franck". Next time he ran out before a game, the chant went up:
" 'E's 'ere,
'E's there,
We're no' allowed to swear,
Franck Leboeuf, Franck Leboeuf".