I was talking to a friend who recently went to a Warwickshire match and they had a good one:
Who’s the Daddy?
Of course, the nineties will remember the following haunting battle cry:
Glouc-ester-shire nah nah naaa
Glouc-ester-shire nah nah-nah naaa
Perhaps the most feared is the Northern rallying call:
Accompanied by first punching and beer swilling.
Of course, the champions of keeping the crowd amused (annoyed?) is the Barmy Army. Weirdly loyal to the most useless touring team, they have kept up the spirits of many flagging fans. I will sign off with my favourite Barmy Army song, to be song at the Ozzlers: