In the early nineties, my father thought it wise to fill a gap in my general knowledge: he took me to the Constant Vanden Stock stadium. Since then I have suffered from a
serious problem with my eyesight as I see everything in Purple. My neighbors appreciate in a variety of ways… Every morning, in fact, I utter my war cry when I get up:
« COYM ! »
I also host the after-matches in the pubs that happen to stroll around Astrid Park by participating at the top of my best to the karaokes, screaming to the well know tune of
«Mauves Army having a party, drinking vodka and bacardi». It sometimes happens to me that I extend the party in the last metro when it agrees to take me home.
Incidentally, I am also very interested in motor racing, but without allowing this small deviance to precede my stainless passion for Sporting in any which way.
We are Anderlecht… Damn!!