Originally Posted by
E10 Rifle
It's symptomatic of the modern football ground (experience) in my view. Back in the day, on a night like last night, you'd be able to wander round the terracing, bump into a few mates, climb a wall/fence/stanchion (before getting told off by a Copper), have a smoke, plan your attack on the opposition fans (never happened - was all bravado), and move away from any bammers getting frustrated by the match. Now we're stuck in a seat, told where and what you can and cannot do by signs, stewards and inaudible announcements, stuck beside or in the vicinity of whoever turns up, can't really move, can't have a smoke, can't climb a pylon anymore (or the old BBC scaffolding at the top of the East)!
When the footie on the pitch is rotten and folk get frustrated (just as it often was and has been) there's no escape route anymore. You're trapped. Sitting there, watching pish, and listening to the few loons mouth off and make life even more of a misery for everyone, and you can't even get a beer! Happy days.
(probably should have added a violin to this)