I was in the North stand, looking forward to a party, sing along, a bit of craic, I was slitting my wrists and looking for the Sammaratins number by half-time. I have never sat with such a more miserable, intolorant, lacking in fun boring bunch of boring old and not so young numpties since I last went to church. In fact the church was more fun, and I was at a funeral.
The only saving grace was G section singing, some from the back of F, E and D. Oh and talking to some old farts at half time.
But to those around me in Row P, F section in front and behind me you have cost the club money because I will probably only make the 820 mile round trip once next season and spend my money on away days, where fans know how to support and follow the team with a smile on their face. So to all you miserable gits(especially if you wear a red bobble hat) :P