Derby "East Lancashire" pomiędzy Blackburn a Burnley.
The East Lancashire Derby to najbardziej emocjonujący mecz dla wszystkich kibiców Blackburn Rovers oraz lokalnego rywala Burnley, są to również jedne z najstarszych derbów rozgrywanych w Anglii oraz jedne z najbardziej zaciętych. Oba miasta oddalone są od siebie raptem 8 mil, razem z dwoma innymi klubami, Preston North End FC i Blackpool FC stanowią Big Four of Lancashire. W latach 60 lepszą drużyną było Burnley, sytuacją z czasem zaczęła się zmieniać a swoją wyższość Blackburn przypieczętowało na dobre zdobyciem mistrzostwa Anglii w 1995 roku.
Pierwszy mecz Blackburn - Burnley rozegrany został 3 listopada 1888 na Turf Moor, Blackburn wygrało wtedy 7:1. Rewanżowe spotkanie, które odbyło się w tym samym sezonie przyniosło drugie zwycięstwo Rovers, tym razem na Ewood Park 4:2. Ostatnie ligowe spotkanie miało miejsce w sezonie 2000/01, wcześniej obie drużyny grały w lidze w 1982/83. Ostatni mecz rozegrany został w ramach FA Cup 1 marca 2005 roku, Blackburn pokonało Burnley 2:1, bramki dla Rovers zdobyli Tugay oraz Morten Gamst Pedersen, honorowe trafienie dla Burnley odnotował Micah Hyde.
Statystyki:
Meczowe:
Blackburn 39 zwycięstw
Burnley 38 zwycięstw
18 remisów
Najwyższe zwycięstwo:
Blackburn najwyższe zwycięstwo nad Burnley odniosło 3 listopada 1888 7:1 był to zarazem pierwszy mecz tych drużyn.
Burnley najwyższe zwycięstwo nad Blackburn odniosło w sezonie 1895/96 6:0.
Najwyższym wynikiem bramkowym zakończył się mecz z sezonu 1929/30, Blackburn wygrało wtedy 8:3.
Przyśpiewki kibiców Blackburn na mecz z Burnley:
Oi me lads, should of seen us comin,
Going down the Bolton road, should of seen us comin,
All me lads and lasies, smiles on their faces,
Going down the Bolton road, to see the Blackburn aces
Forever and ever
We'll follow our team
The Blackburn Rovers
We are supreme
We'll never be mastered
By NO Burnley bastards
We'll keep the blue flag flyin' high
Mark Hughes's Blue & White Army...
Mark Hughes's Blue & White Army...
(repeated over and over)
Hello, Hello, we are the Blackburn Boys
Hello, Hello, we are the Blackburn Boys
And if you are a Burnley fan surrender or you'll die
We all follow the Rovers
Hello, Hello, we are the Blackburn Boys
Hello, Hello, we are the Blackburn Boys
Were up to our knees in dingle blood, surrender or you'll die,
We all follow the Rovers
Theres an ale house in Burnley I used a frequent,
I met Stevie Cottrill his money was spent,
He asked me to play,
I answered him neh,
Cos we'll hat Burnley bastards till my dying day,
And it's no neh never, no neh never no more,
Till we play the Burnley bastards, no neh never no more.
What do we think of Burnley?
SHIT!
What do we think of shit?
Burnley BASTARDS TWATS AND CUNTS AND FANNIES!(PISS FLAPS!!)
We hate Burnley and we hate Burnley,
We hate Burnley and we hate Burnley,
We hate Burnley and we hate Burnley,
We are the Burnley haters!
Yer mums yer dad,
Yer dads yer mum,
Yer interbred, ya Burnley scum.
Me mums me mum,
Me dads me dad,
I'm born and bred,
A Blackburn lad.
Build a bonfire, build a bonfire
Put the Burnley on the top,
Put the Bolton in the middle,
And we'll burn the fuckin lot.
'Ark Now hear the Rovers sing,
As Burnley run away,
And we will fight forever more,
Because of Derby day.
Are You Burnley,
Are You Burnley,
Are You Burnley in Disguise?
Are You Burnley in Disguise?
Away in a Manger
No crib for a bed,
The little Lord Jesus,
Looked up and he said,
WE HATE Burnley,
AND WE HATE Burnley,
WE HATE Burnley,
AND WE HATE Burnley,
WE HATE Burnley,
AND WE HATE Burnley,
WE ARE THE Burnley HATERS!!!
If i had the wings of an eagle,
The dirty black arse of a crow,
I'd fly over Burnley tommorow,
And shit on the bastards below, below...
SHIT ON, SHIT ON, SHIT ON THE BASTARDS, BELOW BELOW
SHIT ON, SHIT ON, SHIT ON THE BASTARDS BELOW.
Drink, drink, wherever we may be
We are the drunk and disorderly
And we will drink wherever we may be
For we are the drunk and disorderly
I was drunk last night
I was drunk the night before
And I'm gonna get drunk like I've never been drunk before
'Cos when we're drunk we're as happy as can be
For we are the drunk and disorderly
When I go a wandering
Along the cliffs of Dover
If I see a Burnley cunt
I'll push the bastard over
Every other saturday's my half day off, and it's off to the match i go,
Happily we wonder down the Bolton Road me and ma wee pal fred,
We love to see the lassie with their blue skirts on we love to see the boys all roar,
But i don't have to tell you what's the best of all we love to see the Blackburn Rovers SCORE,
We aw me oh me oh my oh how we love to,
See them fly we love to see the lassie with the blue skirts on,
We love to hear the boys all roar but i don't have to tell you what's the best of all,
We love to hear, Blackburn rovers roar.
Fuck off on your tractors,
Fuck off on your tractors,
Na na na nahhhhhh.
Get in to em
(and fuck em up)
get in to em
(and fuck em up)
I go out,
I drink 10 pints,
I get fucking plastered,
I come home,
And fuck my wife,
'cuz I'm a northern bastard!
Wise men sing, only fools rush in,
But I can't help falling in love with you,
Take my hand, take my whole life too,
Cos I can't help falling in love with you,
The Rovers, the Rovers, the Rovers.
In the town where I was born, lived a man who sailed to sea. And he told me of a tale of a town called Burnley. Burnley fans eat bananas with their feet, Bananas with their feet, bananas with their feet!
Lancashire la la la la la la
Lancashire la la la la la la
Lancashire la la la la la la
Lets all laugh at Burnley,
Lets all laught at Burnley,
HA HA HA HA HEY
Down in the Liverpool slums
You look in the dusbtin for summink to eat
You find a dead cat and you think its a treat
Down in the Liverpool slums
You speak in an accent exceedingly rare
Wear a pink tracksuit and have curly hair
Down in the Liverpool slums
Your mums on the game
And your dads in the nick
You cant get a job 'cause you're too fucking thick
Down in the Liverpool slums.
You are a scouser, an ugly scouser,
Your only happy, on giro day,
Your mums out thievin',
Your dads drug dealin'
Please don't take my alloys away,
Na na na nah na oooh.
Sign on, Sign on,
With a pen in your hand,
Cos you'll never get a job,
You'll never get a job,
Sign on, sign on, sign on.
We are the pride of all Lancashire and the cock of the north,
We hate Burnley bastards and preston of corse,
We beat them at home and we beat them away,
We beat any bastards that get in our way!!!
Have you won the Premier League!
Have you won the,
Have you won the,
HAVE YOU WON THE PREMIER LEAGUE?
You've got the ugliest stewards in the land,
You've got the ugliest stewards in the land,
You've got the ugliest stewards in the land!
Run, run wherever you may be,
We are the Blackburn Rovers FC,
And we'll twat you up
Whoever you may be
And we'll put you in the infirmary
All the Geordies are cryin',
Graeme Souness is dyin',
What a wonderful way to spend saturday,
Watching Graeme Souness pass away.
Always look on the Turf Moore for shite,
Do do, do do, do do do do do do
Stand up, if you've won the league
(repeat)
This is what its like to be Burnley
This is what its like to be sad
And this is what it's like when your sisters shagging your dad
Ohhh wanky wanky
Wanky wanky wanky wanky, Wanderers!!!
Wots it like
Wots it like
Wots it like to win fuck all
Wots it like to win fuck all?
When I was just a little boy
I asked my mother 'what should I be?'
Should i be rovers? maybe Burnley?
Here's what she said to me:
'Wash your mouth out son
And go get your fathers gun
And shoot the Burnley scum
Shoot the Burnley scum'
Na na na na na na na na na na Andy, Andy Todd,
Andy todd, Andy, Andy Todd.
Bell-a-my my my, will you score a goal for me,
Bell-a-my my my, will you score a goal for me,
With your left with your right,
With your head or with your knee,
Bell-a-my my my, will you score a goal for me,
Morten Gamst Pedersen tra la la la la
Morten Gamst Pedersen tra la la la la la la
Der der der der, Shefki Kuqi
Der der der der, Shefki Kuqi
Emerton, Emerton, Emerton, Emerton, Emerton, Emerton, Emerton,
We've got the best keeper in the world
We've got the best keeper in the world
We've got the best fucking keeper in the world
We've got the best keeper in the world.
Ooh aah Gallagher, say ooh aah Gallagher (repeat)
Garry Flitcroft's magic,
He wears a magic hat,
And when he saw that lapdancer
He said "I'm shagging that!" (I'm shagging that!)
Lucas Neill a football Hooligan
(repeat)
1 Robbie Savage, Theres only 1 Robbie Savage,
1 Robbie Saaavage, theres only 1 Robbie Savage.
1 Paul Dickov, Theres only 1 Paul Dickov,
1 Paul Diiickov, Theres only 1 Paul Dickov.
There's an ale house in Burnley I used to frequent,
I met Stevey Cotterill, His money was spent,
He asked me to play, I answered him nay,
Cos I'll hate Burnley bastards till my dying day
...
And it's no nay never,
No nay never no more,
We'll be play Burnley bastards,
No never no more.
...
I showed him a trophy so shiny and bright,
And Stevey's eyes opened up with delight.
I told him, "We've won leagues and cups of the best,
I'll take you down Ewood and show you the rest."
...
And it's no nay never,
No nay never no more,
We'll be play Burnley bastards,
No never no more.
...
He went back to Burnley, confessed what he'd done,
And asked them to pardon their prodigal son.
But burnley's 5000 are 'packed' in turf moor,
They'll still tell you they had 10000 more.
...
And it's no nay never,
No nay never no more,
We'll be play Burnley bastards,
No never no more.
...
I've followed the rovers for many a year,
And I've spent all my money on tickets and beer.
Still burnley's 5000 are slumped in the turf,
They'll tell you that they're the best fans on the earth.
Keep the red rose in my heart keep me Rovers,
Keep the red rose in my heart I pray,
Keep the red rose in my heart keep me Rovers,
Keep me Rovers till my dying day.
...
We are Rovers, we are Rovers,
we are Rovers till our dying day,
We are Rovers, we are Rovers,
we are Rovers till our dying day.