... every single person that sits next to me, squash me? The dude was overweight and his excess weight was hanging across onto my seat. They should have to buy two seats! Knarked me off more than the result! Anybody who sit near you irritate you? And why.....?
Family behind me are so plastic it's unreal. Some of their comments are incredible. The likes of Blampey would have a field day.
For some reason, I invent reasons as to why people aren't at the game. If they're old, I presume they must have died and if one is there without the other, then I presume they've argued and split up because clearly it's all Coronation Street in these parts. There used to be a couple who sat next to us, both pretty overweight and taking up more room than they are really entitled to. She went to buy two hot dogs and when she came back, he kicked off because he didn't actually want a hot dog. What's worse is, she ate both of them! I've not seen her since so in my mind, they've obviously split up... and that explains the guy sat next to me today squashing me. I'd kill for an empty seat next game but I can't see it happening I used to have a plastic family behind me two seasons back where the mother and daughter basically didn't want to be there. The father would shout ludicrous things about how Player X was playing awfully (when they weren't even on the pitch) or how everything is the referees fault. His son then copies before shouting "ohhhh ref" several times. It took them 3 games to realise you're not offside on a throw in. They were constantly screaming for it until the guy behind them quietly had a word. Still.... they were so annoying I moved last season further back. Now I have a father and daughter where he just talks about all the glory days and she responds with the weekly gossip of who's dating who, or what make-up she's wearing... they're conversations have no logical order at all, and neither really cares what the other is saying.
nothing wrong at all about eating two hot dogs. more upset about sitting next to a fat geezer than the mighty tigers loosing at home to a ten man bottom of the premier div team......................shame on you!!!!!!!!
This has always baffled me. I couldn't get my missus to a football game even if I promised her a day out shopping afterwards. My eldest has been to games with me, but the other 2 would rather gouge their eyes out with spoons than go to a football game. Why do these people go to games? Should they actually be applauded for doing something they so obviously hate but are still supporting their local club? They confuse me more than the early leavers. they at least seem to know what they want.
It's more to do with the fact that I have back problems and the way I had to sit for 90 minutes to fit into my seat because of him has caused them to flare up.
I was at White Hart Lane and the little lad on the row behind just played games on his iPad than watch the match. Surely a babysitter as cheaper?
I'm lucky, both my kids love going to City games, but my missus is a nightmare. She was all right at Wembley, but the other half dozen games she went to, she either whined all the way through, or just irritated the kids asking 'which colour are we?' or 'which direction are we kicking it in?' or other such nonsense. The family of four who've sat in front of me for over five years, have never heard a final whistle.
Do deaf people get a carer in for free? I only ever sit in my seat at half time. I should get a discount, it's as good as new.
Someone near me pointed out that it gets a lot more difficulty in winter when everyone has their thick coats on. Makes it warm though. Not to bad around me but one of my relatives is always sat between to big blokes and basically he can't stand unless they do!
There was a bit of a commotion last game. The old guy directly in front of me wasn't at the game (he wasn't there yesterday either) so the person who sits next to him sat across both chairs. But at half time, somebody informed their friend this seat was empty so they sat in. The guy who had the two seats was really annoyed by this but fortunately the start of the second half stopped their discussion on who is entitled to that seat. I've always wondered, if somebody dies, what happens to their seat?
I wondered what happens to my bag for life when I die. My mate said she'd probably just find someone else.
