The battle of wills with the stewards actually kept me entertained throughout. Tosspots complained about everything. Jase's horn was about six inches long, sqeaked rather than owt else and was made of plastic. Jase got binned for complaining. Somebody else got binned for complaining about them complaining. I'll give them their due though, ten minutes into the game and I pointed out that we would sit when their little chav army sat down, told the Hitler to get onto his safety officer and point it out. Within five minutes five or six stewards and two coppers had waded into them and they all sat down with the exception of the two lads who got issued with the first pink slips of the day! The little horny female steward gets no complaints neither
Must give mention to Jase swimming across the lake, outsinging Mansfield in a packed Mansfield pub, outsinging Mansfield (again) in an empty stadium, Spuds projectile vomiting, Spuds big bruv fast asleep in the middle of a bouyant Ultra outing and spraying Burger King with the remnants of a friday night. Oh and the little female steward
and the vacant disabled toilets