The silence as dusk falls in Bishan Stadium is broken only by trains clattering into the depot in the distance, a small hubbub at the kopi stand, and the booting of the ball in the foreground. But soon, the chorus rises again, a few strained voices at first, then several dozen joining heartily, and eventually a drum accompaniment: “We all hate Sailors, da-da-dum. We all hate Sailors, da-da-dum”.