When we went 2-1 down to QPR on Sergio day, I went to calm down in the concourse for a minute and a steward caught my eye and he was absolutely beaming and smirking his head off. Before I knew it I told him to fuck right off. Not usually my style but that bastard was a rag and I lost it. Looked out for him after the game but he was suddenly nowhere to be seen. Must have crept off somewhere private to cry.