To give you an idea of what we have to endure in the Main Stand:
From my seat I can see at least twelve people who look like they've never shouted in their lives.
I can see another dozen who look like they'd give Chisholms some business if they shouted.
Another two sixes look like they'd like to shout but are feart of the first twelve.
The elderly lady in front of me (yes madam, I am the horrible person in row N, seat 6) once told me off for saying 'bloody' three times in quick succession of a Saturday afternoon, presumably to protect her grandson's delicate sensibilities. He looks about 15, by the way, and probably thought I was a Church of Scotland Minister because I didn't swear properly.
Today she and (perhaps) her daughter had a wee exchange basically complaining that the person behind was rather loud, much rubbing of delicate wee ears and shaking of heads.
This is why the Main Stand is how it is. Until this Silent Generation goes to its grave, and its loveless gaze with it, the atmosphere will always be horrendous. They should have a decibel level that you have to meet when you buy a season ticket. Or at least a warning sticker to alert you to the fact that you're going to a bloody ******* ****** ******** football match and not a tea party.
Oh well...
Oh well then - what would we all do without such an upstanding supporter such as you. Go get your nappie changed and get someone to take you to the "family section"
Sorry, you lost me there..?
Not surprised. Why not give these people a break then and move to another f@#*&?g section!