That ludicrous 'theatre of dreams' title they gave themselves, absolutely brain-shatteringly embarrassing.
If your idea of 'dream' is a run-down, almost derelict piece of land with a crumbling structure that wouldn't look out of place in some futuristic John Carpenter film, then fair enough.
Add to that the implication that what takes place there in this relic-from-a-bygone-age, is something to enjoy, some kind of visual treat for people of all ages to gasp in awe and appreciation at, is a piss-take. The so-called football from the team that call this neglected OAP's garden allotment 'home' is nothing more than pub league hoof-ball, and that's being kind.
Fuck me, if they gave it a more suitable name they'd probably be sued for plagiarism by Dantè.