The Platinum Club

Having a Geordie girlfriend is fantastic, she knows the offside rule and everything!

Although a season ticket holder, with the seatexchange system seemingly now non-existent, I coffed up for two further tickets so she could come with me to experience my second love as well (I'm assured that's the closest to a threesome I'll ever get :/). To my surprise, even though a vast number of our fans still have the "stay away" mentality (not the place to drag up the moral debate on this issue, though I may point out I see the ), it was pretty tight for seats, so I ended up with tickets for the "Platinum Club".

Going for a pint before the match with the usual lads, the craic was pretty much focused on me being a posh git for booking seats there, with tales of encounters or sightings of the "mysterious" people who usually occupy such sections. The anticipation grew, as my girlfriend and I were unaware of the status importance of a couple of seats, and this was fuelled intensely by the short march up the special stairway, when our eyes were met by a butler instructing the elite how to enter "the room". A room that was to me before that match, just a rumour, another interpretation of heaven, a ficticious land of "welcome sirs" and vodka martinis hidden among the price boards.

Taking our seats, our posteriors didn't bounce or bruise against plastic, but sank into cushion... Ahhhhhhhhhh... We were ready for proceedings, with our little badges displaying our prominance over the riff-raff sitting round-about. And a really good view.

After a good first half, we retired to the bar, to see polite staff, whose eyes, unlike their peers in my usual section, didn't judge me for ordering enough hotdogs to fulfill my calorie intake for the week. They even have little paper hats.

The second half was shocking, we let West Brom draw from 3-0 up... Awful. It was then I noticed something was wrong. It was then I noticed I was the lone voice for seemingly miles around... "For fox sake!"... "Wait.. What's going on here?"....
Thank goodness some genius out there created a section for those who want to be utterly quiet. Maybe St James' can do one better than Man City, and just have seats facing the back wall instead of the pitch...? On a side note, how do business people do any business when they are evidently mute.

Give me my singing section anyday!!!

 

Right up until your last line you were a shoe in for the Gentlemens club created last night

 

I sat in the Platinum section in the championship season (Dad ordered our tickets and just assumed that the £45 a ticket was standard). Pretty much summed up how I felt about it...Very comfortable, very nice but not very exciting...We won 2:0 and jumped and cheered but didn't once hear a song ripple!

 

Great post.

 

Sat there for the England vs Azerbaijan game 30/03/05. £50 a ticket, afraid I wasn't impressed.