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The “shi-shi” chant of Scottish supporters is relatively new and started as a result of some hardcore supporters getting excited about appearing on the stadium’s jumbotron. This particular group of fans, when noticing someone from their group being shown on the screen would try to quickly alert him so that he could also see. Unfortunately by the time they looked around and spotted him and informed him it would normally be too late and the screen would be showing the game again. So in an effort to receive immediate and full attention of all members of their group, they decided that every time one of them appeared on the screen to chant “shi-shi”, an inside code for them all to look at the screen. In one of the games following this particular arrangement as chance had it their were numerous shots of them, each time prompting them to chant “shi-shi” in unison. Fans sitting around them, either as a way of ridiculing them or simply for amusements purposes, joined in and would also chant “shi-shi”, whether or not any of the fans were being shown on the screen. This gradually spread out to the whole stadium as most fans simply assumed this was a way of cheering on the Scottish national team. It is thus that today throughout Scotland’s games, the “shi-shi” chant can be heard repeatedly and for long stretches of the game and has developed into an irreplaceable bit of Scottish soccer fan culture. 


 

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