I spent most of the second half last night watching someone in the front row of the east stand vomit repeatedly into a bucket between his legs.
Grim, but couldn’t turn away from it. Resolutely stayed in his seat, people everywhere around him, persistent convulsion spewing. People just left him to it. Pleased to say I was in the south stand.
He must have got the same katsu/madri ‘deal’ I got.
Along with the match, created a truly harrowing atmosphere.
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