He's not that daft, he managed to get £90 out of me for two tickets a couple of years ago. And we were right at the far end of the Arena. Eighty yards from the stage. Sat down. All I could see was a small ginger head prancing around the stage. Pile of turd.
He's got the surprises Windy promised in those bags!! Has he eaten the players we were meant to be cheering on? Windy, Windy, save them!