The dark blue box: one of life’s great footballing mysteries.
In what other line of entertainment would you have a nice dark rectangle where you’re not permitted to stand and watch whatever you’ve paid to see?
I’ve become fucking brilliant at drinking a pint, on my tiptoes, craning my neck then shuttling round to the edge of the next blue box to catch up with the action.
Went to Leipzig last year, bought a pint, stood on tiptoes holding pint at back of stand until i was told by a steward, “You can sit with your drink. In your own seat.”
Disbelief was soon followed by the dawning realisation that yes, indeed, you actually can have a pint in your seat in Germany. So I had eight more.