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Away From The Numbers

All good things come to an end. Or so they say. AFTN has been around since 1989, first as a fanzine and then making the jump to a website and forum in 2003. We've been through the many ups and down at East Fife in those 12 years but policing the forum has become a giant pain in the ass in recent years. As such, we made the decision not to renew it when it expired.

The forum is no more and will remain as a locked archive until it is eventually deleted by the host. We're looking in to try to save some of the content as an archive.

This is not the end of AFTN though. The site will continue and will be revamped and return in its full glory for the start of the 2016/17 season. Maybe even sooner. There will be a comment sections and possibly even a new, registered forum. Check our Twitter (@aftnwebsite) for all the latest info and we'll also post in on the EFFC memories Facebook page.

Until then, have a last browse here, thanks for all your support over the years, and 'Mon the Fife.

GoF

 

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Board Anthem

This old song(amended slightly)could be the boards anthem.

And by sheer coincidence was recorded by(amongst others) : ASLEEP AT THE WHEEL


One night chairman Brown was taking the air,
Locked up the Stadium with the greatest of care.
In the boardroom something stirred
When he hollered: "Who's there?"
This is what he heard:

There ain't nobody here but us chickens.
There ain't nobody here at all.
So quiet yourself , stop all that fuss.
There ain't nobody here but us.
Hey, kindly leave us alone, we’ll look the other way,
And grovel, grovel, grovel till the break of day.

'Cause there ain't nobody here but us chickens.
Sure way, no-one at all.
An' you stompin' around, and a-emptying the ground,
Well, you're kickin' up an awful fuss.
We chickens tryin' to sleep and you butt in.
And waffle, waffle, waffle, waffle, it's a sin.

'Cause tomorrow is a busy day.
We got now’t to do, we got nothing to say.
We got a ground to empty and bums to scratch.
It takes a lot of sucking', to keep seats at a match.

"Hey, hey boss man, what do you say?"
"we’re a*** lickings.
"And there ain't nobody here but us chickens."