Not that easily with my medical condition, but that‘s not any excuse because it really wasn’t the issue.
I jacked it on a point of principle. Me, my flask and my sandwiches had paid in at the turnstile and supported this club, with money that didn’t come easy to us, though hard times when the club needed every last penny.
Then, when the club gets rich and successful, huge sponsorships roll in (and the gate receipts from the loyal supporters becomes a much lesser part of their income), me, my flask and my sandwiches aren’t welcome any more because, as they openly admitted, they wanted to force me to pay over the odds prices for shite food sold by the concessions?
I have standards, I don’t go where I’m not welcome.
That’s my choice, I respect your choice to do whatever you’d do under similar circumstances and I hope you can respect that I earned my stripes between 1972 and 2018.
I turned out rain or shine for 46 years, and that doesn’t make me a better fan than any other but it needed to be said so that you can understand that I’m a creature of habit, and also to give context to a situation where I‘d supported the club in my way for so long that it had become a routine, a personal tradition.
We all have our tipping points and supporter services putting the screws on me was mine.