By Montague Masters
May 18 2011
You can forget your Doyle and Bayfield, dismiss Barnes and Morris. When it comes to the low-down on on this weekend's Heineken Cup Final, there's only one duo that COYSDC can turn to. The editors sent erstwhile contributor Montague Masters to visit one of the oldest Saints supporters for his take on Satdee evening, the one-and-only Bert Haddon...
HEINEKEN CUP FINAL
"WHEN MONTY MET BERT"
Phillip de Maverik, editor of this fine site has commissioned me to craft this special piece with our good friend, Bert Haddon. As many of you will know the octogenarian Saints supporter never misses a home game but really can’t be bothered to go away! If you cut Bert he would literally bleed Gold Black and Green and as a former shoe factory worker and resident of St. James couldn’t get more Northamptonian if he tried. Here’s the transcript of our interview, I do hope you enjoy and as ever I haven’t a clue as to what he is saying!
Monty: Good
day to you Albert
Bert: Alright me duck
Monty: Now Bert can you tell me how long you’ve been a follower of Northampton Saints?
Bert: Abayt nointee years
Monty: But Bert you are only 88!
Bert: Oi ent stoopid Monty, me Mum used to go before she ad us.
Monty: Oh ok then…so you’ve seen all the greats down the years?
Bert: Oh yeah duck, seen em all. Jeeps, White, Butterfield, Hosen, Powell, Mobbs, Weston…
Monty: Erm Bert have you taken your medication today?
Bert: Yes you cheeky young git, ad orl me pills n paydas!
Monty: Right oh my good fellow! Let’s get down to business. How do you think our Saints will fare on Saturday against mighty Leinster?
Bert: Well Montee idull be tough wunit! Gord blarmee Oi mean they’re much better than us and all that. Oi suppose there’s not much point turnin up. Oi fink oil just gew dayn the allotment instead o’watchin.
Monty: Good God are you serious man?
Bert: Nah o’course not sorft lad! We’ll bleedin larrup ‘em.
Monty checks his Northampton dictionary and finds:
Larrup: to hit, beat or beer
Larruped: to have beeen hit, beaten or drunk
A good Larruping: Saints 9 Munster 8 27th May 2000
Monty: Ding dong, Bert, that’s more like it. What, my dear chap, do you think are the key areas?
Bert: Well oi ent gewing to bleedin Wales so it’s getting dayn Jimmies club early for a good seat in front o’that massive telly an a noice point o’smoov.
Monty: Sorry Albert, you misunderstand. Not your areas, the areas of the match!
Bert: Oh roight! Well first there’s full back
Monty: Go on…
Bert: Well Air Ben is ed an shoulders above that Isa Nacewa
Monty: How so?
Bert: Well look at em! Air Ben is good looking lad and their bouy should be called Eyesore Needsbotox. First rool o’fullback is you need to be the team pretty boy. Fink Hunter or Beal. Air Mavis was mad for them bouys. Yew carn’t ave an ug at 15, it’s not on.
Monty: Okay…moving on
Bert: No Montee oi ent finished. Oi mean what sort o’name is Isa? Ennit wun o them useless bleedin savings wotsits where yew abayt thruppence hapenny intrest?
Monty: Come on now Bert your teasing me.
Bert: Alright me duck keep yer air on! I reckon we’ll larrup em up front. Look at the toight foives. Oo wud yew swap fur wun o’airs? I mean there’s Tonga’uhia
Monty: Easy for you to say.
Bert: Yeah roight. Anyhow you wudn’t wanna meet that big ole lump dayn a gitty on a dark noight. Look at the size’orim. Gives me the willies jus thinking abayt it. Then there’s Mujati
Monty: Moooooooooooo!
Bert: BRIAN MUJATI
Monty: yes…Mooooooooo!
Bert: Bleedin ada yer clorth ears. The big Sayth African fella. Grate prop, noice fella, brews a lovely drop o’ale. Then air Dylan. That bouys special. No dayt they’ll troy un woind im ip cuz non o’rem as worked ayt ee dunt bite back. Eel let is gayme do the torkin.
Monty: You love that front row don’t you Albert?
Bert: Dunt we orl Montee. Not jus them though. Air Courtney. Lovely Jimmies End lad. Oi ent never seen a player loike im an is oppo Day ent bad either. Oi could goo orn orl noight. Good lads the lodderem!
Monty: What about the backs?
Bert: The girls? I dunno nuffin abayt em Montee. That Ashtun’s a tough lad, an o’course air Diggin’s a good un. Downey un Clarke are up against it, playing the world’s greatest ever centre even if ees on one leg an orl is other bits o’Munchausen’s by Newspaper. Yew godda love Dicksun un Myler though. No wun rates em yet they orlways do well. Meedya gus orn abayt Myler missing kicks an then shuts up when ee gets em all. Lee is loike a Labrador trying to ged a bone ayt from under the settee, eel never bleedin give up Gord love him!
Monty: Ok Bert, how about the atmosphere?
Bert: oh oi reckon idull be well smelly…
Monty: What???
Bert: Well they’re shuttin the roof ent they? All them lads well larruped and full of pasties n pies? Blow me Montee it’s a recipe for disaster…
Monty: The singing Bert, the cheering you know the general bonhomie
Bert: Oh yeah that. Well air lads ull be ard to ear. I mean outnumbered ten to one ent we? It ull be all cockles and muscles. I mean we ent got no crack or clarss or culture in air little shoe tayn are we? Them big city bouys ull scare us stoopid!
Monty: Bert you old devil, come on now! What the dickens do you believe in your heart of hearts.
Bert: I reckon air bouys an gels ull do alright an there’ll be a fair few Northamptonians wiv frogs in their throats on Sundee. Oi erd them Irish bouys loike a drink, well good cuz we love air larrup raind ere so they’ll be in good company!
Monty: Ok Bert, you magnificent artisan of Northampton, what’s your big match prediction?
Bert: Air cup Montee, airs. Goo on Jimmies stick to em. Come on yew Saynts!

Quote:Bert
laying the world’s greatest ever centre even if ees on one leg an orl is other bits o’Munchausen’s by Newspaper

Quote:Bert
Lee is loike a Labrador trying to ged a bone ayt from under the settee, eel never bleedin give up Gord love him!
Quote:Mr Total Rugby
Lee is like a labrador trying to retrieve a bone from under a sofa. He will never jolly well give up. God bless him.

Quote:'e aint the cockney rahnd 'ere - that my gaff. - 'e 's from up west - countryside round Perry's Vale.Rich
It's run it's course Paul but you as a cockney
