Little Fred Corvette anyone?
A great performance from a much maligned player tonight seriously though.
A great performance from a much maligned player tonight seriously though.
Fred deserves his own chant he was so good tonight
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About time he got his own Fred on bere
To the tune of Robin Hood /Ryan Giggs running down the wing
Here comes Fred, Here comes Fred
Pulling all the strings
Here comes Fred, Here comes Fred
Tackling everything
He blocks attacking routes
But when it's on his boot
Oh please don't shoot, just please don't shoot...
Here comes Fred, Here comes Fred
Pulling all the strings
Here comes Fred, Here comes Fred
Tackling everything
He blocks attacking routes
But when it's on his boot
Oh please don't shoot, just please don't shoot...
Fred the red, he's Fred the red
Fred is hot hot hot...
Fred Fred wine
#I just can't get you outta my Fred
Boy, it's more than I care to think about#
Boy, it's more than I care to think about#
How long before clueless fans resort to branding him not good enough. He and McTomninay are the main reason our record against the top 6 was excellent last season as well as that night in Paris.
Lady in Fred.
Fred over heels.
Let's go to Fred.
Fred or alive.
I'm not great at this. Carry on, men.
Thought he was our best player tonight. Great performance
Freddy didn't get fingered.
Right said Fred, time to put a tackle in, stop that prick from getting in on goal.
Fred is fecking magic, he wears a magic hat?
1...2 Fred is coming for you
3...4 Youre on the floor
5...6 Youre shitting bricks
7...8 Fred is great
9..10 He's gonna skin you again
3...4 Youre on the floor
5...6 Youre shitting bricks
7...8 Fred is great
9..10 He's gonna skin you again
To the tune of basement jaxx- Rendez-vu
I got you in my heart
I got you in my head
Your magic it surrounds us
I got you in my heart
I got you in my head
we love you pastor Fred
we
Love
you
Past-or
fred fred fred
Der der der der
we love you pastor fred
I got you in my heart
I got you in my head
Your magic it surrounds us
I got you in my heart
I got you in my head
we love you pastor Fred
we
Love
you
Past-or
fred fred fred
Der der der der
we love you pastor fred
I
'd but would actually love to hear this or other spooky chants ringing from the stands.To the tune of September
Your heart was ringing
In the key that our midfield was craving
As you danced in the night
At Paris, how the jump stole the night away
Hey hey hey
Fred-de-ya, our Brazilian midfielder
Fred-de-ya, Ole please always remember
Fred-de-ya, he never skips a leg day
Your heart was ringing
In the key that our midfield was craving
As you danced in the night
At Paris, how the jump stole the night away
Hey hey hey
Fred-de-ya, our Brazilian midfielder
Fred-de-ya, Ole please always remember
Fred-de-ya, he never skips a leg day
Whoa-oh Red Freddie! (bam a lam)
Whoa-oh Red Freddie! (bam a lam)
Comes from Brazil (bam a lam)
Got bags of skill (bam a lam)
When he's pulling the strings (bam a lam)
Makes the Stretty sing (bam a lam)
Whoa-oh Red Freddie! (bam a lam)
Whoa-oh Red Freddie! (bam a lam)
Whoa-oh Red Freddie! (bam a lam)
Comes from Brazil (bam a lam)
Got bags of skill (bam a lam)
When he's pulling the strings (bam a lam)
Makes the Stretty sing (bam a lam)
Whoa-oh Red Freddie! (bam a lam)
Whoa-oh Red Freddie! (bam a lam)
This would BLOW me away
Only Fred?
to the tune of Kylie Minogue, "Can't Get You Out Of My Head"...
La la la
La la la-la-la
La la la
La la la-la-la
La la la
La la la-la-la
La la la
La la la-la-la
I just can't get enough of you Fred
Boy, your game is all I think about
I just can't get enough of you Fred
Boy, your game is all I think about
repeats...
La la la
La la la-la-la
La la la
La la la-la-la
La la la
La la la-la-la
La la la
La la la-la-la
I just can't get enough of you Fred
Boy, your game is all I think about
I just can't get enough of you Fred
Boy, your game is all I think about
repeats...
If he could shoot from outside the box and had a bit more bravery to pass thru balls to our forwards instead of out to our fbs he would be perfect. Everything else he does every well
Fred Fred Fredfremption 2
Right, " said Fred, "Lingard and Peieira
One each end and steady as we go."
Tried to shift the play, couldn't even lift the play
We was getting nowhere
And so we had a cuppa tea and
"Right, " said Fred, "Give a shout for Scotty."
Up comes Scotty from hitting them low.
After strainin', heavin' and complainin'
We was getting nowhere
And so we had a cuppa tea.
And Ole had a think, and he thought we ought to take off all the full backs
And the things wot held the ball back.
But it did no good, well I never thought it would
"All right, " said Fred, "Have to take the strikers out,
To take them strikers out shouldn’t take a mo."
Took them strikers out, even took the AM out,
Should have got us somewhere but no!
So Fred said, "Let's have another cuppa tea."
And we said, "right-o."
"Right, " said Fred, "Have to take Paul off
Need more space so shift the so-and-so."
Had bad twinges taking off the whinger,
And it got us nowhere
And so we had a cuppa tea and
"Right, " said Fred, "Have to take the wall down,
That there wall is gonna have to go."
Took the wall down, even with it all down
We was getting nowhere
And so we had a cuppa tea.
And Ole had a think, and he said,
"Look, Fred, I got a sort of feelin'
If you started playing like a Brazilian,
With a pass or two we could get Martial through."
"All right, " said Fred, bursting through midfield
With his left boot he gave it a mighty blow,
Was he in trouble! shot the ball to row-z,
In the air, 180, landed on is head,
So Ole and Phelan had another cuppa tea
And then they went home.
(Phelan said to Charlie, "We'll just have to leave it
Standing on the landing, that's all
You see the trouble with Fred is, he's too hasty
You'll never get nowhere if you're too hasty.")
One each end and steady as we go."
Tried to shift the play, couldn't even lift the play
We was getting nowhere
And so we had a cuppa tea and
"Right, " said Fred, "Give a shout for Scotty."
Up comes Scotty from hitting them low.
After strainin', heavin' and complainin'
We was getting nowhere
And so we had a cuppa tea.
And Ole had a think, and he thought we ought to take off all the full backs
And the things wot held the ball back.
But it did no good, well I never thought it would
"All right, " said Fred, "Have to take the strikers out,
To take them strikers out shouldn’t take a mo."
Took them strikers out, even took the AM out,
Should have got us somewhere but no!
So Fred said, "Let's have another cuppa tea."
And we said, "right-o."
"Right, " said Fred, "Have to take Paul off
Need more space so shift the so-and-so."
Had bad twinges taking off the whinger,
And it got us nowhere
And so we had a cuppa tea and
"Right, " said Fred, "Have to take the wall down,
That there wall is gonna have to go."
Took the wall down, even with it all down
We was getting nowhere
And so we had a cuppa tea.
And Ole had a think, and he said,
"Look, Fred, I got a sort of feelin'
If you started playing like a Brazilian,
With a pass or two we could get Martial through."
"All right, " said Fred, bursting through midfield
With his left boot he gave it a mighty blow,
Was he in trouble! shot the ball to row-z,
In the air, 180, landed on is head,
So Ole and Phelan had another cuppa tea
And then they went home.
(Phelan said to Charlie, "We'll just have to leave it
Standing on the landing, that's all
You see the trouble with Fred is, he's too hasty
You'll never get nowhere if you're too hasty.")
Introducing, The Boy from Brazil (sung to "The Girl from Ipanema")
youtube.com/watch?v=tE-lADV_4bk
"Short, composed, presses and passes,
The boy from Brazil will put you on your ass,
And when he plays,
Each move he makes,
we go woooahhhhh"
Sadly i can't embed media but you can listen to it "Live at Old Trafford" via the link
youtube.com/watch?v=tE-lADV_4bk
"Short, composed, presses and passes,
The boy from Brazil will put you on your ass,
And when he plays,
Each move he makes,
we go woooahhhhh"
Sadly i can't embed media but you can listen to it "Live at Old Trafford" via the link
Come on you Freds
Come on you Freds...
Come on you Freds...
Anyone remember the reebok advert? - belly’s gonna get ya’
In that same style, just keep repeating;
Fred is gonna get ya
Fred is gonna get ya
Fred is gonna get ya
In that same style, just keep repeating;
Fred is gonna get ya
Fred is gonna get ya
Fred is gonna get ya