Oh god, yesterday was by far the worst experience ever at St Mary's. For the 5 minutes I put up with it, that is. Some fat middle-aged man, as I took my place, sat to the right of me, "Ok" I thought to myself, "at least he'll block the Baltic wind". I then proceeded to breathe in some air through my nostrils, as a human does, and caught what was quite possibly the most repulsively abhorrent stench ever to have been smelt by my unsuspecting nose. **** me, it was revolting. It was actually like a dog had shat all over his skin, and proceeded to urinate all over his choice of clothing. ****ing hell, I almost vomited. Moved away from him after a couple of minutes as I couldn't take the agony my sense of smell was enduring.
The last game I went to I was sitting between 2 dads and their sons, and one of them done my head in, his kid who was probably about 8 kept singing nursery rhymes, **** it is annoying and all he and the kid kept on about was McDonalds, he was fat as **** aswell and his son was also.
I'm surrounded by moaners and wingers. Its sometimes almost embarrising when me and my mate see to be the only people nearby actually getting behind the team. Annoys me how loud the northam(where I sit) can be when we score but often gets alot quiter when we are loosing, should be the other way round IMO.
I personally apologise for ruining your matchday experience and I have already been in touch with the ticket office with the request to be relocated.
I always have a few behind me who are the mouths of the team, ****ing this, ****er that, really annoying and they have kids some of them.
Please don't Godders. The sore shins are a small price to pay in order to bask in the beauty and wisdom of Mrs Godders.