If only we were like that one football club, and we all know who I’m talking about. If you’re not in your seat 20 minutes before kick off it’s like you’re late to a raucous party. You almost feel like you are pushing noise which takes a physical form. You get a high like you experience with trance music. At kick off, it feels like the stadium has taken off into another dimension. It’s a 2 hour roller coaster of visceral noise and emotion that doesn’t take a break even for half time. The concession stands sell one product, water! Just in case you overheat. As you leave the stadium, usually a good hour after the final whistle, you feel like you are phasing back into the third dimension after the best trip ever. All of this is just a midweek game against Southampton. Truly amazing. Can you guess the football club?
I think we should at least dream up a name for this fantasy club you slapped arse, moaning twats have created.