I'm not a singer, but do enjoy hearing the South Stand in full voice. Whilst out walking the dog this old song came into my head and it falls beautifully into the mood of the moment.
The old Harry Belafonte song morphs very easily into Either " Theres a Hole in Your Bucket, Beee-Elsa, Beee-Elsa"
or if Leeds might be paranoid about the spyware thing, the Hole becomes Mole. No effort needed, and I think the South could do good things with that!
It'll make make day if it filters through on Saturday. COYR.