Why we love Bradford City #5: Chanting

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By Jason McKeown 

I’m tone deaf. Get me on the karaoke, and I’ll empty the room. When I join in with singing songs with the kids in the car, I’m unanimously shushed. But put me in a stadium watching Bradford City, and there’s rarely any holding back.

Chanting is one of the great things that makes football supporting such a communal experience. The intention of a chant is to be as loud as possible, so the unspoken rule is that everyone can join in. That can be harder if you’re sat in a part of the ground where not many people near you are singing, but such is the volume of football chants that it often doesn’t matter if you’re the only one around you choosing to take part.

When you’re right in middle of a singing City crowd, it’s truly something special. Everyone chanting at the top of their voices. You can feel the noise reverberating around the stadium. Drifting out over the stands, even, so anyone close by the ground can hear it too. Chanting helps you to feel more engaged with the action on the field. More connected with the club. It’s your own way of giving 100% to the cause. Doing your bit, to help the team win.

Most of the time, on the pitch and in the dugouts, there’s no acknowledgement of the chants reverberating around the ground. As though everyone involved in the game is to focused to notice. But then just occasionally, the mask slips. You see a player laughing along at a funny chant. A manager responding to the “give us a wave” song. They hear everything.

A match played to a backdrop of chanting is what makes live football so captivating. I remember my first ever City game, where what stood out was the non-stop singing from the Kop, supported by a drummer at the back of the Midland Road stand. When I took my American in-laws to a City match, it was the atmosphere that stood out to them too. And when I took my eldest daughter to Valley Parade for the first time, I made sure it was for a game that would feature a strong atmosphere.

The chanting is as much of an attraction as anything you will see on the field. For clubs like City, it is the most powerful weapon they have in encouraging people to be City supporters, rather than Premier League armchair fans.

Image by Thomas Gadd (copyright Bradford City)

It is a real shame that Valley Parade isn’t always a cauldron of noise. Part of the problem is the fact the club resides in the lower leagues. We berate the fact City teams often slip up at home to small teams near the bottom who everyone turns up expecting to beat, but on such occasions the intensity of chanting is less, which doesn’t help. It is not just the players who subconsciously assume a walkover.

When an opposition team brings a pitiful away following, it always dampens the atmosphere compared to a packed away end. The Grimsby game in February was a terrific atmosphere of noise, partly because the Mariners brought 2,500 fans. It’s the same with away games. Going to Deepdale, for example, guarantees 90 minutes of City chanting in that big away end.

When the outcome of a game appears more in the balance, or City are clear underdogs, the chanting is so much better. The noise around Valley Parade can be incredible. And when you think back to all those cup heroics under Phil Parkinson, the noise and intense chanting we provided was just as crucial a factor as the game plan. Being present for those triumphs, doing your part by signing yourself hoarse, was so rewarding. We made a difference, playing a crucial role in those amazing triumphs.

What makes football chanting so accessible is the basic nature of the songs. They’d never win awards for musical originality. But they allow everyone to quickly join in. The words are easy to pick up. The tune easy to follow.

There’s something great about being at a game that gives birth to a new chant. A catchy song shamelessly ripped off from another club is tried out, and everyone has joined in to suddenly make it our chant. A recent player arrival, who has been playing well, is suddenly awarded their own ditty. I remember at Oldham away in January 2017, and a lad behind us was brave enough to debut a chant for Romain Vincelot. It spread around very quickly, and within minutes a bustling away end was blasting it out. That lad was so proud and rightly so.

Image by Thomas Gadd (thomasgadd.co.uk) – copyright Bradford City

Some chants capture an era, and become entangled with the memories of that time. The FA Cup quarter final run of 2015 and ‘Everywhere we go’. The League Cup miracle of 2013 and ‘It’s only a cup’. The slow rebirth of Bradford City in 2007/08, with the Dale Cavese chant.

The awarding of players with their own chant can be a mystery. Usually it’s on merit for their heroics (Gary Jones is magic, ohh Rory McArdle). Sometimes it’s just to recognise someone giving their all (Barry Conlon, Donovan Ricketts). It’s great when a player who the crowd initially didn’t like wins them around enough to earn a chant (Luke Oliver, Mark Marshall). There are sometimes new signings who get a chant before they’ve properly played for the club, and if they don’t work out they aren’t sung about for long (John McGinlay, Devante Cole). And then there are players who everyone loves but for some reason never get a chant (James Mererdith).

The best City chants are the ones with the longevity to keep being sung game after game, year after year. Take me home, Midland Road. Wash your mouth out son. And my personal favourite – City till I Die. The latter won’t win awards for originality, but it is a powerfully emotive chant that at full volume makes the hairs stand up on the back of your neck.

As the country recovers from an initial peak of the coronavirus pandemic, Premier League and Championship football has resumed behind closed doors. Without fans. Without noise. It is strange and unnerving. Football ripped of its heart and soul. And the games feel less intense. The players seem that bit slower. The outcomes lacking true meaning.

Football without fans is nothing. And that’s because of the lack of noise. The absence of chanting in grounds drains all the colour away. A return to full stadiums with chanting will be special. We’ve missed it.

I’m an introverted soul. Not blessed with great confidence. Never the life and soul of a party, more on the fringes struggling to make small talk. But when you’re in a stadium full of City fans chanting, those insecurities no longer hold you back. Amongst the safety of a crowd, you can lose your inhibitions and sing loudly. Safe that no one can really hear you individually. No one can sing any better than you. So let’s all dial it up to 11.

It’s one of the best things about being a football fan. Supporting Bradford City. Ignoring the fact you can’t usually sing to save your life. To bellow chants out at the top of your voice. Become part of the spectacle rather than spectating. Waking up the next morning, after a City win, to discover your voice is all croaky. Your heart full of songs you’ll be chanting all day in your head – or outwardly in the car – to re-live the feeling of joy you experienced singing passionately with like minded fans.

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Categories: Opinion


10 replies

  1. A really interesting article, that set me thinking.
    I started supporting football in the eighties, in Liverpool, where most of the players had their own chants, so the pre-match build up was great – all the players individual chants, Scouser Tommy, we hate Man Utd etc, culminating in You’ll Never Walk Alone, from a Kop holding thousands of tight-packed fans.
    But even there, there were the games when the atmosphere just didn’t happen, with a quiet almost listless crowd. Sometimes difficult to explain, sometimes a match against lowly opposition the Saturday before a big midweek game.
    The same happens at City, but it is noticeable these last 2-3 years how much the crowd has to be “got going” rather than being a force to rouse the team.
    I was also reminded of the last time I was part of a City crowd who rolled out all the favourite chants for our fave players – at Blackpool under Simon Grayson, where we were just trying to shame the players performing so badly on the pitch. Almost vindictive mob behaviour, enjoyable at the time.
    One chant I always enjoy is “We’ll support you ever more” cos that’s what you here from an away crowd when they know they’re beaten!

  2. My personal 70s favourite was “My old man he was a City fan etc”..which I think died out in the Eighties. As far as I know it was exclusive to the Paraders. It would be interesting to know if anyone knows of its provenance. “Knees up Mother Brown” was another Shed staple. My own favourite memory was WBA away in the late eighties when we went equipped with an air horn. Comeback to Two each with nine men and two thousand City fans clapping in unison with the horn.Quite a buzz.

    • I think the ‘bottles and spanners, hatchets and hammers’ ditty was originally a Rangers chant.

      Maybe a tad embarrassing to admit that we nicked a chant from Mansfield Town in 1982 – the origin of ‘C’mon you Yellows’ despite. Our away shirt of the time was amber but the colour didn’t lend itself to song.

      • I’ve never understood why we didn’t just sing ‘C’mon you Bantams’. I always cringed when we sung ‘c mon you yellows’ as it’s not our colours. I’m glad it’s no longer sung

      • We sang ‘Come on you Yellows’ before 1982. First time I heard it was at Stockport. It was when the match was abandoned, or the replay. Can’t remember. 1977 or 78….

  3. Jason its great how you’ve looked at different aspects of being a fan and written articles (Mates, Away Days, Chants etc ) to keep us engaged during this pandemic. Keep up the sterling work!!

    As for chants “City” has always been a my favourite chant. Short, sharp and easy to remember! I consider it our loudest chant, and when shouted in unison, it pierces the air. Definitely, one which still gets hair up on the back of my neck.

    Finally, I’m against any chant with vulgarity (you know the ones), I just find those embarrassing. Times have changed. However, it is difficult to edicate….maybe another topic WOAP can write about 🙂

  4. Gone are the days when the whole KOP would sign 1-0 (etc) whilst all pointing at the away fans. Or the Who Who Who are you song. I don’t think we have any unique songs, which is kind of sad

  5. Can’t believe no one has mentioned the most emotive and meaningful chant for one the best defenders I have ever seen to pull on a City shirt #StephenDarbyBaby

  6. Ahh…the John McGinlay chant in the pouring rain away at Swindon! A tad premature.

    My favourite from that day is the Swindon fans singing “Is it a man or a woman?” at my long haired mate 🤣

  7. To the tune of the Beach Boys Barbara Ann: ‘Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob Bobby Ham, Bob Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bobby Ham, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob Bobby Ham. Going to a party going to a dance, saw the Lincoln (Rochdale, Barnsley, Rovrem etc) Shed and I knew we had a chance. Bobby Ham, Bob Bob, Bob, Bobby Ham, Bob Bob Bob, Bob, Bobby Ham. Whoa ooh ooh ooh oooh, you got me rockin and a rolling, rockin an a reeling Bobby Ham, Bob Bob, Bob Bobby Ham’.

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