Dear 1881, The time has arrived, the moment is now, where fans are united and... ...ah ***** it. I was gonna do some motivational speech like that black guy in the US, Malcolm someone, but it's Friday night and I can't be bothered. Babestation starts in four minutes and the freeviews are only ten minutes long so I've got to make the most of it. Look. Here's the crack. The lyrics are below - tomorrow move your mouth up and down until these exact words come out of it. First one to get it rolling gets a free beer. "So come on feel the noise, Let's sing for Zola's boys We're going wild, wild, wild... We're going wild, wild, wild.." Repeat 47,000 times.