The mancityfans.net football forum

it's "İlkay Gündoğan"

pronounced Guendoan ( Guen do an )

And that is direct from a turkish guy.

Slim wrote:So his name is Wundowen?

Gwendolene ?

Duwan duwan?

Gun doh! an
Woa-oa-oa-oa
He comes from Germany
He's got a dodgy knee

zuricity wrote:it's "İlkay Gündoğan"

pronounced Guendoan ( Guen do an )

And that is direct from a turkish guy.

Cant wait for Trevor Francis to pronounce it seeing as how he calls Silva Silver

dave watson's perm wrote:

zuricity wrote:it's "İlkay Gündoğan"

pronounced Guendoan ( Guen do an )

And that is direct from a turkish guy.

Cant wait for Trevor Francis to pronounce it seeing as how he calls Silva Silver

Which reminds me of Mick Channon and his 'Gary Lynn-Acre.'

Silk(a)y Ilkay?

Peter Doherty (AGAIG) wrote:

dave watson's perm wrote:

zuricity wrote:it's "İlkay Gündoğan"

pronounced Guendoan ( Guen do an )

And that is direct from a turkish guy.

Cant wait for Trevor Francis to pronounce it seeing as how he calls Silva Silver

Which reminds me of Mick Channon and his 'Gary Lynn-Acre.'

I think it's Francis who also refers to Gael Cliché

He's a German
A mighty German
He plays for our city
A "Gun Do An"
A "Gun Do An"
A "Gun Do An"
A "Gun Do An"

<Lions sleep tonight>

GUNDO-GAN ...... So good Kipling wrote a poem about him.
BY RUDYARD KIPLING (Sort of)
You may talk o’ gin and beer
When you’re quartered safe out ’ere,
An’ you’re sent to penny-fights an’ Aldershot it;
But when it comes to slaughter
You will do your work on water,
An’ you’ll lick the bloomin’ boots of ’im that’s got it.
Now in Injia’s sunny clime,
Where I used to spend my time
A-servin’ of ’Er Majesty the Queen,
Of all them blackfaced crew
The finest man I knew
Was our regimental bhisti, Gundo-Gan,
He was ‘Gan! Gan! Gan!
‘You limpin’ lump o’ brick-dust, Gundo-Gan!
‘Hi! Slippy hitherao
‘Water, get it! Panee lao,
‘You squidgy-nosed old idol, Gundo-Gan.’

The uniform ’e wore
Was nothin’ much before,
An’ rather less than ’arf o’ that be’ind,
For a piece o’ twisty rag
An’ a goatskin water-bag
Was all the field-equipment ’e could find.
When the sweatin’ troop-train lay
In a sidin’ through the day,
Where the ’eat would make your bloomin’ eyebrows crawl,
We shouted ‘Harry By!’
Till our throats were bricky-dry,
Then we wopped ’im ’cause ’e couldn’t serve us all.
It was ‘Gan! Gan! Gan! '
‘You ’eathen, where the mischief ’ave you been?
‘You put some juldee in it
‘Or I’ll marrow you this minute
‘If you don’t fill up my helmet, Gundo-Gan!’

’E would dot an’ carry one
Till the longest day was done;
An’ ’e didn’t seem to know the use o’ fear.
If we charged or broke or cut,
You could bet your bloomin’ nut,
’E’d be waitin’ fifty paces right flank rear.
With ’is mussick on ’is back,
’E would skip with our attack,
An’ watch us till the bugles made 'Retire,’
An’ for all ’is dirty ’ide
’E was white, clear white, inside
When ’e went to tend the wounded under fire!
It was ‘Gan! Gan! Gan! '
With the bullets kickin’ dust-spots on the green.
When the cartridges ran out,
You could hear the front-ranks shout,
‘Hi! ammunition-mules an' Gundo-Gan!’

I shan’t forgit the night
When I dropped be’ind the fight
With a bullet where my belt-plate should ’a’ been.
I was chokin’ mad with thirst,
An’ the man that spied me first
Was our good old grinnin’, gruntin’ Gundo-Gan.
’E lifted up my ’ead,
An’ he plugged me where I bled,
An’ ’e guv me ’arf-a-pint o’ water green.
It was crawlin’ and it stunk,
But of all the drinks I’ve drunk,
I’m gratefullest to one from Gundo-Gan.
It was 'Gan! Gan! Gan!
‘’Ere’s a beggar with a bullet through ’is spleen;
‘’E's chawin’ up the ground,
‘An’ ’e’s kickin’ all around:
‘For Gawd’s sake git the water, Gundo-Gan!’

’E carried me away
To where a dooli lay,
An’ a bullet come an’ drilled the beggar clean.
’E put me safe inside,
An’ just before ’e died,
'I ’ope you liked your drink,’ sez Gundo-Gan.
So I’ll meet ’im later on
At the place where ’e is gone—
Where it’s always double drill and no canteen.
’E’ll be squattin’ on the coals
Givin’ drink to poor damned souls,
An’ I’ll get a swig in hell from Gundo-Gan!
Yes, Gan! Gan! Gan!
You Lazarushian-leather Gundo-Gan!
Though I’ve belted you and flayed you,
By the livin’ Gawd that made you,
You’re a better man than I am, Gundo-Gan!


All together now......

Gundowen on fire, your defense is terrified...

I think the rest writes itself.

Gun- do wan, do wan, do wan

Go and do one

The Von Bondies....C'mon C'mon

C'mon watch him play? Gundogan. (Gundowan)
With his dodgey knee. Gundowan.
Ilkay Ilkay Gundowan
C'mon c'mon it's Gundowan

or just

C'mon c'mon it's Gundowan
C'mon c'mon it's Gundowan
C'mon Ilkay Gundowan
C'mon c'mon it's Gundowan

Go and do one

Tony P wrote:

ruralblue wrote:

Dameerto wrote:

ruralblue wrote:

Tony P wrote:If we can't get a chant based around On Ilkly Moor baht 'at we should just stop trying.

Where's that?

It's where the ducks play football.

Wheear 'ast tha bin sin' ah saw thee?

And Ilkay scores and that's that....

No, that's shit.

When Ilkay scores, that's that...

Just need some verses now.

Skip to the end...

https://m.youtube.com/watch?utm_medium= ... s_20160603

Beanieboy wrote:

littlebig wrote:Turkish president is Erdogan and that's pronounced 'Erdowan' too

I thought it was pronounced either 'Erdohan' or 'Goatfucker'.

Ha, yes, or 'increasingly delusional autocrat'. But I think Goatfucker is apt.

Wonderwall wrote:He's a German
A mighty German
He plays for our city
A "Gun Do An"
A "Gun Do An"
A "Gun Do An"
A "Gun Do An"

<Lions sleep tonight>

Winner

MCFC twitter has a video of him pronouncing his name